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Forty Eight
The room was unusually cold, very chilly, and had a blinding darkness that cloaked every inch of every corner of the area - which only made things more puzzling.
“Anyone here?” Sir. Oswic called again in a subdued whisper and in response, he heard the rattle of a chain dragging on the shaggy ground.
For all he knew, it could be a fettered beast with its jaw wide open and above him, ready to chomp him at once if he did as much as move a finger. For a split second, he thought that his heart was going to yank out as it kept hammering against his ribcage.
Ten seconds down the line, he brought his wand out of his pocket and flicked it around.
“Literaymese Coontaria.”
A blue light tipped out of the other end of his wand, spread out and drove away the darkness of the room. He shone it around and was shocked by what - or rather, whom he saw.
He stood in the very middle of the room and
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