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... hand pressed against the cold stone wall, the other clutching her bruised shoulder.
Every breath felt like swallowing glass. Her ribs screamed with each step, and the metallic taste of blood coated her tongue.
"That... fucking... cat bitch," she hissed between gasps, spitting a glob of red saliva onto the floor. It splattered against the pristine academy tiles like an insult.
Her vision swam. The wall became her lifeline as she dragged herself forward, legs shaking. That ...
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