Dawn was breaking, threads of sunlight piercing the darkness and casting mottled shadows through the dense green leaves onto the ground.
The man sat in the only chair beside the bed, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the young man sleeping soundly on the pristine hospital bed.
Having been woken up after less than an hour of sleep, followed by a fierce battle and a wild, intertwining roller coaster of emotions, Tom Riddle had not closed his eyes nearly all night, and his nerves were stretched to the absolute limit.
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