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... haze of afternoon light slanting through the arched windows, dust motes dancing in the beams, the air thick with the scent of chalk and lingering mana residue from the morning’s spells.
Students had already trickled back from lunch, their chatter a low murmur that died as eyes flicked toward the pair—subdued, curious, but silent.
No one dared comment on the queen bee and the class nobody walking side by side, no visible tension, no explosive drama.
Just an eerie calm, lik ...
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