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... g at six forty-seven, and I was already thinking about the Cheon problem before the elevator doors closed behind us.
Mera stood beside me with her academy bag over one shoulder and her tail doing that slow idle sweep it did when she was processing something. She had been quiet since the courtyard. Not the bad kind of quiet. The kind where she was running numbers and waiting until she had a figure she liked before opening her mouth.
The elevator reached my floor.
She dropp ...
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