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... ve minutes. The secure meeting room felt smaller with each passing second, despite being designed to host dozens.
"They’re late," her boss muttered.
Director Helena Morrison sat ramrod straight behind the steel desk, her silver hair pulled into a severe bun that matched her expression. Twenty years in MI6 had carved permanent worry lines around her eyes, but Aurora had never seen her this tense.
"Standard operating procedure for wizards," Aurora replied. "When you can tel ...
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