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... nd the counter at third bell and took a slate. Headcount was rows and boxes, easy to track if you kept your eyes honest.
"Three at once," Lyra said. "Don’t stack them. Keep the door clear."
"Copy," I said.
We moved in time. A pair of first-years with scraped knuckles. A fourth-year with a scuffed boot and a big voice that got smaller when Lyra looked at him. Two nervous kids who kept their hands clenched. I ticked boxes, asked names, and shifted people to the bench when t ...
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