The night air was thick with the scent of rain and smoke, curling in wisps around Cassius Blackbird’s dark cloak. He stood at the edge of the forest, wand in hand, eyes locked on the distant lights of the village below. It had been too long since his last mission, too long since he felt the rush of power that came with his orders. But tonight, he wasn’t just following orders. Tonight, he had his own agenda. The Dark Lord’s mark burned on his arm, but his mind was already plotting beyond it
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