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... he air.
Lor stepped back, lowering the chalk, wiping his hands on his trousers.
"That’s enough," he said, his voice tinged with tired warmth.
Olivia capped her pen and closed her notebook with a quiet snap, exhaling softly.
A faint smile tugged at her lips—barely there, but real, a rare crack in her armor.
"I actually understood this," she said, her voice quiet but triumphant. "Division’s... puzzling. But kind of fun."
Lor’s grin softened, his haze ...
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