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... ust after midnight.
Fine mist at first, barely audible over the quiet of the streets, but by morning it had turned to a steady downpour. It drummed softly against the windows of Camellia Hall, a dull rhythm that matched Levy’s sluggish pace as she sat at her desk, absently turning a pen between her fingers. Her planner lay open but untouched. A blank page stared back at her.
The dorm was unusually quiet. Mira was still asleep, buried under her comforter like a caterpillar in its ...
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