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... ching into the sky like obsidian thorns. It should’ve felt like home.
It didn’t.
My boots scraped the stone as I led Class C past the threshold. The guards nodded us through without question. Apparently, word of our "mission" had already spread.
Not surprising. When a team goes out and sends back a "do not enter, possibly cursed" report, people tend to whisper.
"Professor," Julien said, walking beside me, "should we—uh—polish the truth?"
"You want to lie t ...
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