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... tood against the wall, posture erect, her long golden hair flowing with a faint sheen even in the dim light.
She was so quiet she seemed not alive, more like a lifelike statue that had been cast with a permanent binding spell.
At this moment, time seemed to stagnate, and the only sounds in the air were the scratch of a quill on parchment and the "tap tap" of Mundungus’s toe tapping the floor as he forced himself to focus on the names on the list— 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
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