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Chapter 25: The Inner Circle

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-08-26 14:14:46

Winter had settled over the city with a quiet, decisive chill. Flakes of pale snow drifted past the high arched windows of the private dining room at L'Étoile, an intimate french restaurant tucked into the historic brick quarter three blocks off campus.

Inside, a stone fireplace crackled softly, casting a warm amber glow across the dark oak table, polished silver, and crystal wine glasses.

Unlike the suffocating, performative splendor of Dean Sterling's Chancellor's Gala, this room held no corp
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