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... wo wardens in dull steel stand by a humming ward post. A proctor in a black cloak with ink stains on the cuffs. First-years in blue coats, packed tight for a better view. At their front is my twin.
Ariadne Valcrey. Eighteen. Black hair braided tight with a thin silver ribbon. Gray eyes like mine, only colder right now. Straight nose, sharp lines, posture like a yardstick. Academy blue trimmed in silver. White gloves. Her mouth is a flat line that means she is keeping the rest of her face ...
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