Saturday, September 6th, 1895, evening hours — Swallowsbury District Residences

It had nearly been a lazy, comfortable Saturday. Magnus had nearly stepped out of his spartan home on Cauldron Corner to attend the festivities himself-- and what good fortune that he had not. With a grim set to his jaw and a hard line in his eyes, Magnus started down the street one door at a time. He kept his wand in his hand as he pounded one one door, then the next, calling through the wood in a booming voice.

"Everyone out! This is an emergency evacuation! Everyone must leave!"

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