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... ce. My palms were clammy, and my breath was uneven. I hadn’t done anything wrong—at least, nothing anyone should know about. I’d been careful, cautious. So why was I here?

The door creaked open, and I stepped inside... only to freeze mid-step.

There, seated across from the principal’s desk, was a boy I had never seen before.

He looked about eighteen—tall, broad-shouldered, and definitely not from around here. His brown hair was tousled in that effortless, wind-swept kind ...

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