The car sped through the streets, and I had no idea where we were heading. But with Atlas by my side, I felt reassured. As long as he was with me, I wasn't afraid, even if we were at the ends of the earth.

After about 40 minutes, the car stopped in front of a house, and we all got out.

The warm air here was no different from Foswood, making me feel at ease. If it weren't for the different house and garden, I would have thought we were back at Pleca Park.

Atlas held my hand as we walked in.

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