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... shelf exuded an air of antiquity, especially distinct in the black of night.
On the desk, Jasmine Yale’s textbooks were stacked neatly to one side.
This study was generally not used by Sylvan Cheney.
But today, he had returned in haste, needing to deal with some matters.
While waiting for the computer to boot up, he casually flipped through Jasmine Yale’s textbooks.
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He had previously mocked her for her av ...
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