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... rey-streaked black hair pulled into a severe bun swept in.
Her eyes surveyed the hall as she continued to the podium. Beside her was a small, ferrety man in wire-rimmed glasses, clutching a clipboard to his chest like a shield. He had a golden tag on his cardigan that read "Admission Specialist."
The hall fell into absolute silence.
When the woman and the admission specialist had settled in front of the hall, the woman came closer and swept her gaze one last time across t ...
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