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... magical academies are all intrigue and destiny, ignore them. Most days, they’re about missing socks, runaway homework, and the sort of gossip that could power the city for a week if only anyone could bottle it.
The morning after the secret garden, I woke to the soft, unpromising smell of toast and panic. Mara was at the foot of my bed, clutching a stack of papers like a drowning witch with a raft made of spelling tests. She had that wild, slightly deranged look usually reserved for exam ...
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