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... t outside the Ancient One’s tea room.
He sat with his forearms on his knees, staring at the ground as if it owed him an explanation for his entire life.
Arthur studied him from the doorway.
Kaecilius looked awful. The sharp, disciplined Master of the Mystic Arts looked frayed at the edges. There were dark circles bruised under his eyes, and his usually rigid posture was slumped in defeat.
But it was better than Arthur had feared.
Crucially, there was no co ...
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