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‘You know what they do to men like us in Azkaban. You want to come out in one piece, don’t you?’
He had been her keeper. He would take food down to the cellar once a day and she would always ask the time, ask what the weather was like, ask for news of her father, ask him to reason with her, ask him for the moon and back and just to listen to her - but he never answered. It was possible that the first time she had heard him speak was in the tattoo parlour that afternoon.
Whatever faith she'd had in him could stay lost. What was important was that he'd shown her the truth, and that was as many amends as he could stand to make for one year.
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