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Death greets me warm
He was an Auror and with missions I hardly saw him. Sometimes it would take two, three, four months on a mission and he would always come tired or grumpy because some idiot screwed up, but there was one day when he came home with a different smell. I simply shrugged it and ignored that smell; how stupid was I.
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