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... clinging to my arm was a tactical error. I realized this approximately three seconds after leaving the classroom.
"Look at them..." "Is she being threatened?" "She’s blinking SOS! I’m sure of it!" "Should we call a professor? Wait, what if he curses us with necromancy?"
The whispers followed us like a swarm of angry bees. The cadets parted before us like the Red Sea, their eyes wide with a mixture of horror and morbid curiosity. The "Idol of Class B" and the "Trash of the Academ ...
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