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The Glass Divide

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-25 03:39:46

Tamine’s POV

Saturday night arrived with the subtlety of a freight train.

If Friday night had been an explosion, Saturday was the shockwave. Every hallway, every group chat, every corner of Blackridge Academy was vibrating with the footage of Atlas lifting me over the wall. The video had gone viral instantly. The narrative had violently shifted overnight: Tamine Jordan wasn't a tragic charity case anymore; she was the prize.

But as I walked into the Blackridge Ice Arena, the temperature
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