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... ung man with bright orange hair, sending him sprawling to the ground.
He didn't scream. Just a groan, low and rough.
The boy who threw the punch—tall, lean, with neatly styled blue hair—grinned down at him. "What, that all you got?" he said, his voice mocking. "Come on, Boris. Make some noise. Crawl, cry—something."
Laughter erupted around them. Half a dozen students stood in a loose circle, their uniforms crisp, their eyes cold.
They were all students of the same ...
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