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... didn’t bother knocking. Instead, she struck it three times with her silver-tipped riding crop.
Whack. Whack. Whack.
"Open up. Inspection time."
A moment passed. Then two. Professor Petrova’s eye began to twitch.
The door swung open.
The woman leaning against the frame was not what Celeste had expected. She had messy black hair, an eyepatch that sat slightly crooked, and a half-empty bottle of something amber in one hand. Her white blouse was untucked. Her ...
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