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The Aftermath of Thorns

Author: Smexy
last update publish date: 2026-05-13 17:51:03

The iron gates of the Blackwood Institute groaned shut behind Leah, Daniel, and Victor, the sound punctuating the end of the "Sieve." Professor Alden didn't smile his face was a map of calculated neutrality but his eyes lingered on the wooden coins Leah held.

"Perspective earned," Alden murmured, clicking his pocket watch shut. "Though I suspect the 'prickly' nature of your lesson will leave scars far deeper than the scratches on their hands."

The following Monday, however, the atmosphere at Bl
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