No shore, No lighthouse
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The nights were getting warmer. A breeze barely reached the tower before it retreated. Harry was tempted to follow it.
“Of course it's you. How many times must I say this is my spot.” The voice was too pointy, too haughty, for Harry to mistake it for anyone else.Naturally, Harry's response was just as well mannered.
Or : questioning how bad things need to get
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- Part 1 of No shore, No lighthouse
