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... d, but because the Purebloods willed it so. Like predators weary of circling but not of playing, they withdrew in perfect sync, their movements unnervingly calm as if their retreat were nothing but another phase of their game. They perched upon broken stones and twisted roots at the edge of the clearing, their black-veined bodies almost regal in their grotesque stillness. Golden irises glowed faintly in the afternoon haze, burning holes into her resolve.
Their laughter came first, hollow ...
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