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... my eyes, I saw his face—Lucian Drelmont’s original reflection, flickering in the shard like a memory I wasn’t supposed to carry. Not angry. Not hateful. Just... tired. As if disappointed I’d woken up at all.
By morning, I had a headache, a dozen failed rune sketches, and a strong suspicion that something was leaking through the mirrors across campus.
I wasn’t wrong.
When I entered the classroom, the air was off.
It wasn’t the students. They straightened, smirking ...
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