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Ongoing, First published Feb 08, 2015
It was pitch darkness. 
"Hello?" I said, piercing the silence.
I could feel more presences but they wouldn't speak. 
"I know you're there." I took a step forward, and something was in my boot. I pulled it out and felt the soothing feel of willow bark threaded with Phoenix feather. My wand was with me. "Lumos Maxima" I muttered as the light flickered to life.  my stomach doubled over and my breath caught in my throat.  I took in the scene. There were about 50 people swinging from the low ceiling.
I knew why they didn't answer.
I was standing in a room with 50 dead wizards
That's when the screaming started.
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