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Harry blinks looking up to all the fine men and women, scattered around the floor.

He runs his gloved fingers over the golden handrail as he slowly walks down the marble stairs.

His blue dress, that tightly hugs his chest and shoulders, gracefully falls around his form, sweeping the floor.

Cinderella ⊰ l.s.Opowieści tętniące życiem. Odkryj je teraz