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The halls of Wammy's House were quiet that morning, save for the faint scuffle of house slippers against polished floors. Sunlight filtered through tall windows, casting long, golden rectangles across the corridor. Most of the children were at breakfast, their chatter a distant hum from the dining hall below.

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