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Whispers In The Corridors

Author: Eva Samson
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-09 14:53:25

The morning after the sudden, chilling display of raw power in the western library, the atmosphere across the upper tiers of the Silvermoon Estate felt distinctly different, heavy with an unspoken, creeping dread. The usual unapologetic arrogance that saturated the grand hallways was now tempered by a nervous, jittery tension, though Clara and Jessica tried desperately to mask their lingering unease behind tight, practiced smiles and icy glares. They had deliberately chosen not to report the bi
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