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Like the Grave.
He had asked her if she could keep a secret. She had smiled and quietly said, ‘like the grave.’
Kirk pulled her into his arms and buried his face in her dark curls, inhaling deeply and letting it out with a heavy deep sigh. Minerva brought her arms up to hold him close. To hold for just a little longer this piece of home, safety and Britishness.
The point was that Gallus Lestrange was a British wizard and a British thief. And he was damned good at what he did, and what he did could keep British wizards and British witches alive when spying abroad.
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