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... rette was the only sound that broke the suffocating silence.
On the dais, the guild masters remained paralyzed, their expressions ranging from disbelief to fury.
Professor Anya Petrova’s fingers whitened around her riding crop, a visible vein throbbing at her temple. Her eyes had turned to glacial chips of blue ice, boring into Satori with naked hostility.
Satoru Takamura, normally boisterous and larger than life, sat slack-jawed. The mountain of a man seemed to have shru ...
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