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... r than I expected.
Instructors clustered around tables, laughing too hard at bad jokes, slamming mugs against wood, and pretending they weren't drowning in stress. The air smelled like alcohol and roasted meat, and a faint haze of smoke clung to the ceiling.
I stepped inside, already regretting it.
Roderick led the way, weaving through the crowd like he belonged there. I, on the other hand, got more than a few looks. Some curious. Some amused. Some outright suspicious. ...
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