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... ven glance at the professor mid-lecture; he already knew who it was. Angel. The message was short, sharp, exactly what he’d been waiting for.
He stood up without a word. The room stiffened—eyes flicked to him, then away just as fast. Nobody dared stop him, not even the professor. The click of his boots echoed down the hall like a countdown.
By the time he reached the dean’s wing, the corridors had thinned out. He didn’t knock. He just pushed the heavy oak door open, stepping into ...
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