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... s’s screen, no change in schedule, no sudden summons from a gray-faced administrator who spoke like every sentence had already been approved by a committee.
The absence of it felt deliberate.
Lucas sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, staring at the day’s block layout as if something hidden might reveal itself if he looked long enough. Same morning training. Same midday lecture. Same open evaluation status in the corner, quiet as a knife in a sleeve.
Nothing had chang ...
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