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... ay of another week carried a different weight than usual. The sun was the same, the classrooms unchanged, the bells ringing at the same hour. But inside Class 1-D’s wing, the mood had shifted. It was no longer just murmurs of low points or frustration about food. It was whispers directed toward a single person.
Amelia.
She entered her classroom as usual, posture perfect, boots clicking against the floor in steady rhythm, her armour pieces glistening. Her expression didn’t change ...
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