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... eraphine Duskveil walked it with her chin lifted and her steps measured, the picture of composed elegance. Her violet eyes gave nothing to the wardens she passed, nothing to the younger students who glanced at her and quickly looked away.
The mask was back in place. No one watching would have guessed that moments earlier, her composure had cracked, her voice had faltered, her skin had gone pale. No one would believe that Armand Valcrey—of all people—had spoken words sharp enough to pierc ...
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