certher
Stories
9
Chapters
109
Words
468.5 K
Comments
32
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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Ren was tired. Not the dramatic kind where he’d collapse in an alley somewhere. Just the regular exhaustion that came from spending three hours in Mementos dealing with Shadows who really didn’t want to change their distorted desires. His shoulders ached. He wanted a shower, curry if there was any left, and maybe an hour with a book before passing out. He stopped outside Leblanc. The cafe lights were off. Made sense, it was past nine. A note on the door in Sojiro’s handwriting: “Away for…-
62.3 K • Ongoing
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The Biergarten wasn’t much to look at. Wooden benches worn smooth from decades of asses planted on them, the kind of place where factory workers came after shift to drink cheap beer and complain about their supervisors. Harry spotted a table shoved into the back corner, away from the handful of other patrons, and made a beeline for it. His blood was still up. The fraudulent customs document burned a hole in his jacket pocket, and all he could see was Klaus Vogel’s smug fucking face. He dropped into…-
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They walked through the corridor in a loose pack, shoulders brushing, boots tapping against stone. Harry stayed in the middle, letting Dean and Seamus trade jabs about who was gonna screw up first. Harry just wanted to wave his wand at something and have it actually do something. Ollivander had said it was a perfect match. Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather. All that talk about great power, deep connection, whatever. The Charms classroom sat at the end of the hall, wide double doors slightly…-
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Harry hated Malfoy Manor. The place reeked of old money and older grudges. Walking up that long gravel path felt like swallowing glass, but Kingsley had been clear. The Ministry needed that artifact. The Malfoys had it. Someone had to negotiate. Lucky fucking him. The house elf led him through corridors he remembered from nightmares. Different now, in daylight. No screaming. No Bellatrix. “Mistress will see you in the private study,” the elf squeaked, gesturing to a door Harry had never seen…
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Blackwater Gate — Floor 1 Waves required: 6 | Progress: 0/6 Spawn Window in 29m Thirty minutes until something tried to kill me. I pushed up to sitting, cataloging damage. I had to admit, he beat me pretty badly. I called up the shop. The interface blinked alive, casting weak blue light. Just enough to see my hands. Shards: 69 | Tabs: Weapons | Armor | Consumables | Utility I tapped Consumables. Same garbage as before, plus a few new options. Quick-Mend Wrap for five shards.…
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