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... p> The gates of the Arcane Academy slammed shut behind him with a groan that echoed louder than any verdict.
Zephyr Thorn, age twenty-one, stood bare-chested in the drizzle, his torn black cloak fluttering behind him like a shadow.
His sin?
He bedded the Queen.
They had found him beneath her silken sheets at dawn. Her moans still haunted the corridors, and her fingers, delicate and trembling, had clawed at his shoulders even as the guards broke in.
She had ...
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