Emerald eyes watched the procession of black-robed wizards slowly making their way down the winding street, walking in a line in pairs of two, completely silent except for the hard clack-clack-clack of their boots on the pavement. The sky was nearly black and the clouds had exploded some time ago, showering them with buckets of cold rain, and the
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