The bell above the door jingled softly as Douxie Casperan stepped out of the cozy coffee shop, the warmth giving way to the cool evening air. He adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, filled with notes and spellbooks from his recent teaching sessions at Arcadia Oaks Academy. It was a quiet night, the streets illuminated by streetlamps. Suddenly, an odd shimmer caught his eye, and the air crackled as a figure materialized just ahead.
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