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25 A Wizard
"Caw—caw—caw—" The cawing of crows echoed incessantly in the room as I struggled to open my eyes, finding myself back in the room of the red-haired man. My mind was still foggy, unable to make out what was in my field of vision. The red-haired man sat by the burning fireplace, engrossed in a thick book. Above, the crow flapped its black wings, occasionally emitting unpleasant cries, but its master seemed unperturbed. I shook my still heavy head and met a magnified face before me—it was Klaus's face. His narrow, bright golden eyes squinted beneath thick eyebrows. Klaus no longer appeared as if he was in a deep slumber; he seemed to have shaken off his unconscious state. Below his straight nose, his slightly reddened lips moved as if saying something. What was he saying? I instinctivel
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