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... s with a sharp crack. The dawn light spilled across stone walls pocked with scorch marks and rubble. The battle was over, but its echoes lingered in every broken window, every smear of ash on the cobblestones.
Aurors moved between bodies, cataloging the dead. Healers from St. Mungo’s tended to the wounded. The air reeked of burnt stone, blood, and lingering spell-fire.
Arthur remained invisible, not wanting to startle anyone—or risk being mistaken for another threat. He was in no ...
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