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23~ You'll Show Up At That Ball

Author: Ashveil
last update publish date: 2025-07-11 10:34:25

Zane's Point Of View

The second we returned to the academy gates, the warm golden glow of the evening lamps hit my face and the weight of everything we’d just gone through crashed over me like a second wave.

Charlie was still unconscious, his face pale and arms limp as Ronan carried him with surprising ease toward the infirmary. His breathing was stable now, but guilt gnawed at my chest with every step I took beside them.

All of this… for pearls.

For a dance I wasn’t even sure I could survive,
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