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... e English countryside, Moody was breathing heavily, slumped against the wall, his magical eye rolling around like a compass's needle in a magnetic storm. From the top of his head, blood was flowing down his face, thanks to the fresh crack he received after being flung against the hard stone wall.
"Bastards..." He groaned while he was reaching into his breast pocket with a shaking hand, looking for his flask of scotch.
His disheveled look and rare panic in his natural eye were not ...
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