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... sun was setting, drenching the Hanging Gardens of the Academy in a blood-red hue.
Ash slammed her locker shut and froze. A soft, clear voice called from behind her:
"Hey."
She turned. Aimer stood before her — arms crossed, posture perfect, gaze cold.
"Oh! It’s you, Athey’s dear friend. How’s life treating the winner today?"
Aimer narrowed her eyes.
"What even is ’Athey’?"
"A cute nickname. We both know how special our mutual friend is," As ...
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