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... , casting long beams of light across the tiered seating.
I sat in my usual spot near the back, spinning a quill between my fingers.
The class was buzzing. Not the usual drowsy Monday morning murmur, but a sharp, hushed whispering that stopped whenever I looked in a specific direction.
I frowned.
’Something is amiss.’
I scanned the room.
The chalkboard was clean. The instructor hadn’t arrived yet. The students were in their seats.
Wait.
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