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High Alert
[Gideon]
Jasper drops his fork, breaking the plate with a loud shattering clank. His eyes stare blindly, milky white, as an otherworldly voice speaks through him. “Evander is hurt. North Campus. Hurry.”
Juniper screams as her brother’s head hits the table. Blood trickles from a surface wound on his head from a shard of the plate. Everyone scrambles, rushing forward to assist but Juniper raises her hand to stop them. “Go!” she shouts. “I’ve got him. You need to go find Evander.”
“I’ll stay behind,” Marigold declares, standing up and finding her mortar and pestle. “My magic is mostly defensive anyway.” She admits, “I&
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