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... cademy were still smoking. The ash, the rubble, the collapsed tower that bent at a comedic forty-five-degree angle—it all should have been a solemn sight, a place where scholars mourned the death of knowledge.
Instead, it was a battleground of whispers.
"The sister called him husband."
"She’s smiling while entire armies faint!"
"The other brides are sharpening their weapons."
"Place your bets! Final Boss Sister versus Six Brides!"
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