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Arthur set his glass down with mild annoyance. The grounds below lay empty now; the real storm had moved behind stone walls. From his perch in the tower, he caught only fragments of it — flashes of spellfire staining the windows, the low thunder of explosions rattling old foundations.
They needed this. He’d told himself that a dozen times already. The old guard had to fall for anything new to rise. The corrupt Wizengamot, the pure-blood supremacists, the moderates who looked aw ...
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