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... lming wind, and landed at the base of the only fruitful tree that hadn’t been incinerated by the gold beam of light.
Behind the tree, debris continuously fell from the top of the wine-colored proctor’s building, which was now scorched black, like cooling lava, and hissed on the ground.
Inside, all the portraits that had once lined the hallway were burnt beyond recognition, leaving the surfaces to flicker with sporadic, dying flames.
Down the hallway, behind the heavy door ...
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