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Chapter 237: The Most Dangerous Question in the Academy
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... ronic hum. Plunged the common room into blessed silence.
My brain felt like someone had used it as a punching bag. Then put it through a blender. Then decided to microwave what was left for good measure. The throbbing behind my eyes matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. A steady, painful reminder of the academic crucifixion we’d just endured.
Three fucking hours of Metaphysical Quantum Theory.
I massaged my temples. Surveyed the devastation around me.
The room resem ...
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