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... ll me Michel!”
“Yes, Mr. Durand.”
Aether drew the line immediately.
Unfazed, Durand continued.
“Are you ladies participating this time?”
“We are.”
“Oho! I look forward to excellent competition from you!”
Aether’s eyes moved quickly.
Green.
From the color of his brooch, he was a third-year.
Showing up at the art fest as a third-year student who had to endure what was called the ‘Death Year’ of practicals, assignments ...
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