The Dark Mark blossomed over the house, ripping the air with a violent thunder clap. It glittered with the deathly call of train tracks, and beckoned to him. He continued to walk when the Muggle fell into him, and the smell of dirt and rot filled his sharp intake of breath. His un-gloved hands smoothed out his own robes, the movement tugging at
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hope you have a good evening ^^
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