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... ate with perfect etiquette, but her violet eyes behind those glasses were dissecting Clara von Marigold like a frog in a biology lab. Every time Clara giggled or tried to offer me a macaron, Ariana’s spoon would clink against her bowl—a sharp, metallic warning bell.
’Did I... change her too much?’
I recalled the Ariana from the game lore and my early memories. She was supposed to be a timid, stuttering girl with low self-esteem who hid behind her bangs. A genius alchemist, yes, b ...
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