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“He’s a pied piper,” Orion Black let out a sniff. Black circles were under his eyes, having become more pronounced the moment he learned Regulus joined up, the blissfully naive child of his who thought simply that he was making the world a better place.
“Orion,” his father said.
“Mark my words,” Orion said, turning to look at his father. “He’s going to take all our children away.”
In the year 1979, he learned just how prophetic his words would be, yet he didn’t live to tell the tale either, the dark circles under his eyes finally getting to him.