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Chapter 15

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Novah’s POV

The morning dragged its feet.

I stared at my closet for too long, hands unmoving, mind quiet in that heavy way—like someone had taken all the words out of my head and replaced them with clouds. My uniform hung limp, just like my hair, just like my thoughts. I slipped into it slowly, doing up the buttons like I didn’t know where I was going or why I needed to go at all.

I wasn’t even sure if I was late for class. Or early. Or exactly on time.

Not that it mattered.

Downstairs, the packhouse was bustling. The familiar scent of toast, sausage, and something vaguely herbal floated through the air. Everyone had already claimed their seats, their voices rising and falling in patterns I’d memorized but never joined.

I moved like a shadow—soft steps, no eye contact. No tray today. My stomach was hollow but not hungry. I sat at the end of the long wooden bench, folding my hands in my lap like I was waiting for something that wouldn’t come.

Across the hall, Loveth's laugh rang out—lo
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