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... protest. The adrenaline that had carried him through two battles and a brush with a Hell Lord was gone, leaving him hollow with exhaustion.
The North Sea wind cut through his torn robes, sharp and cold, carrying with it the acrid stench of sulfur that lingered from Mephisto’s departure. The ground where Voldemort had burned was still warm, smoke rising in thin trails against the gray dawn.
The Ancient One stood nearby. Her saffron robes hung untouched by the weather, her calm ex ...
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