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... me of people who had never had to scrub a floor.
Workers in soft-soled shoes moved like ghosts, draping heavy blue silk over the long tables to hide the scuffs of the academic year. Silverware chimed—a delicate, musical sound that felt entirely out of place against the tension winding tight behind my ribs.
It looked like a party. It felt like a kill box.
I stood in the shadow of the service entrance, the cold kit bag heavy at my feet. Cael Veyron leaned against the doorfr ...
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