Shadows of blackwood

rk, his trench coat pulled tight against the chill, surveyed the scene. Professor Alistair Finch, esteemed Charms instructor, lay sprawled in his

wide with a terror that transcended death. The room was a chaos of overturned books and shattered vials, but the only

he doorway, her face pale, her hands clasped tightly. Elizabeth was a student at Blackwood, and a suspect. The evidence was circumstantial: she

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the room. "It's... complicated." Her