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Chapter 45: Rafael

Auteur: stunner_star
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-24 16:32:32

The dining hall on a Tuesday morning had its own rhythm.

Eli knew it by now, the way the Bee’s Hive athletes claimed the tables nearest the east window, the way the Bird’s Nest students arrived precisely at seven forty-five with their books already open, the way the Owl’s Perch drifted in at whatever hour felt right to them and made it seem like a choice rather than lateness. He knew where the good coffee was and where the orange juice ran out first and which section of the serving line moved
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