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... kind of quiet. The last bells forgot to ring on time. The library lights stayed honest - rows of scholars leaning into their books like they could convince time to curve - but the corridors between buildings had that empty echo that turns footsteps into secrets.
They had just finished putting the practice toys back. Sweat was a memory, laughter a low hum in the bones. Kori was writing something fierce and tidy on a clipboard. "Good work today!" She shouted from behind them, as they were ...
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