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She sat alone at a corner table, her head bowed over a textbook. It was clear she wasn’t reading. She was just staring blankly at the ink, her hands trembling so badly the pages rustled beneath her fingertips.
Seraphina stopped a few paces away, her posture rigid.
"Elena Marsh."
The girl flinched like she’d been struck. She looked up, and the moment her eyes registered the crimson-haired swordswoman standing over her, all the blood drained from her face.
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