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... cement. Instead, whispers filled the air, spreading like fire across dry grass.
"Noel Thorne... first place?" one matriarch murmured, her jeweled fan snapping shut. "Impossible. He was disqualified in the last Hunt. Dead last."
Another lord leaned forward, brows furrowed. "Not just disqualified. He barely kept up last time. To climb from that to this—something doesn’t add up."
At the edge of the gathering, Mirelle’s voice cut sharp. "I said it before, and I’ll say it agai ...
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