Somewhere, a baby was crying, and a woman was screaming, the horrible sounds tangling in my skull. Another door flew open to my left and my heart halted at the sight of Professor Astrum. He was much younger, but his hair was already grey and falling around his shoulders. His hand was locked around a child’s who ran a step behind him. “This way. Don’t panic dear boy,” Astrum soothed him. The door broke open and the guards were thrown aside by a huge tree-like arm as three Nymphs spilled into the room. Terror clutched my heart as the guards battled to destroy them but that awful sucking, rasping
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