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156 - The Cost Of Cowardice

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The night in House Six’s common room was ordinary.

For now.

The overhead lights were dimmed to a soft amber, throwing long shadows over the rich velvet furniture and polished wooden floors.

Somewhere in the rafters, the heating pipes hissed quietly, and the scent of black tea and old books clung to the space like a memory. Every breath of air felt thick with things unsaid.

Miriam sat cross-legged on the emerald velvet couch, her dark leggings covered in lint, her fingers flying across her tablet screen.

Her oversized glasses glinted with data feeds, her mouth slightly pursed in concentration.

She was running background checks on every male student at Thornecrest—again.

Next to her, Samuel lay draped across the couch like a lazy prince in exile. His head rested in her lap, one arm flung dramatically off the side, the other curled behind his head.

He shifted every so often, trying to get closer, nuzzling into
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