The dark wizard guarding the entrance locked eyes with me. He had been a helpful, if unwitting, source of information, working alongside Grave-Hand.
“Hello there! The weather is quite lovely today, isn’t it?”
I offered a warm greeting, but he responded with a terrified stare. Without a word, he turned and fled.
“Now, there’s no need for that,” I said, my nonexistent heart aching at his chilly reception. “It’s hurtful to be ignored.”
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