A once pristine-white bandage wraps securely around a limp, too-pale forearm – now browned with blood, stained with healing lotion…and a young man's tears.
"My aunt's mad…I couldn't stop her, not alone. …Forgive me, Granger?"

A once pristine-white bandage wraps securely around a limp, too-pale forearm – now browned with blood, stained with healing lotion…and a young man's tears.
"My aunt's mad…I couldn't stop her, not alone. …Forgive me, Granger?"
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