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... nts began packing their things, chatter rising across the room as quills snapped shut and chairs scraped against the floor.
Trafalgar didn’t move. His eyes were unfocused, lost somewhere far from the classroom. He hadn’t heard a single word of what Rhaldrin said. His thoughts were tangled around something else entirely.
He lifted his sleeve slightly, revealing the faint mark that coiled along his forearm: a black serpent tattoo, incomplete, fading before reaching his elbow. The l ...
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