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... Grey light crept through the windows, painting the room in muted tones. Somewhere outside, a garbage truck was making its rounds, the distant crash of metal the only sound in the sleeping city.
Arthur sank into his armchair and let out a long breath.
The adrenaline was finally fading, leaving behind a deep, bone-weary ache. It was a good ache. The kind that came from a job well done.
Kaecilius was going to be fine. Not today, not tomorrow, but eventually. The shadow of t ...
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