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... out of the exam hall.
Not the graceful kind of collapse... no, she slumped.
Her braid half undone, shoulders sagging, hand that had held the quill twitching like it was still scribbling in phantom memory. She looked less like Westford’s Guard Captain and more like a woman rethinking every life choice that led her here.
’Poor little lamb.’
I slid onto the bench beside her and patted her broad back with exaggerated pity.
"Well, congratulations, Reddy-chan. ...
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