[ flat feels like he’s walking on thin ice as he makes his way back to the couch. he sits down with his hands neatly placed on top of the other, his eyes looking around the room they were in.
his mouth feels dry and his chest feels short of breath, but he brings himself to ask the question that has plagued him for the past few minutes. ]
I hid all the signs of magic back then. So how... how did you see it, sir? What did I do wrong?
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[ flat feels like he’s walking on thin ice as he makes his way back to the couch. he sits down with his hands neatly placed on top of the other, his eyes looking around the room they were in.
his mouth feels dry and his chest feels short of breath, but he brings himself to ask the question that has plagued him for the past few minutes. ]
I hid all the signs of magic back then. So how... how did you see it, sir? What did I do wrong?