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Chapter Hundred and Twenty-One

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Jasmine’s POV~

I used to like how the academy smelled.

Paper, candle wax, battered leather from too many books and boots. Each time I recognized the faintest scent of lavender clinging to the halls—probably an enchanted cleaning spell some student was using to gain merit points.

And now everything smells like smoke.

Even after the fires go out.

Even though the war is over.

Even though Tyler is dead.

Even though I killed him.

The whispers began on day two. The first day, walking into the library and three students whispered. Not quickly enough.

“She’s the one who—”

“Her father—”

“I heard she didn’t even blink to do it.”

I didn’t bother to correct them. Because they weren’t wrong.

I didn’t blink.

I returned to the library for day four. I sat in the back, behind the oldest rune indexes, near the rear and I hoped no one would notice me. But whenever anyone passed I’d see their gaze on me.

As though I should be in the shadows, not in the sunlight.

They didn’t say it, but I saw it in their f
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