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... ers a few times to change the rate of time we experienced as practice, I created an Atlas plushie for her and she squealed like Ginny Weasley did when I gave her a Harry Potter one. I left the Asylum with a much lighter heart and with a plan of action in mind.
I flew up into the air and out of sight, made myself invisible, and apparated back to above Brockton Bay and made myself visible again as I flew back to the Dallon house. I landed in the backyard and entered the house and heard a h ...
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