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The Girl by the Window

作者: Monellawrites
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-04 22:46:44

Emory

I had forgotten how loud schools were.

Not loud as battles were loud, battles were true, uncouth clatter, metal and breath and heartbeat clatter. School was still another type of noise, chatter, chairs creaking down floors, sneakers banging tile, a riot of faces all of which claimed to have never been burnt by anything in the world.

Six months since the siege. Six months since the war. Six months since Rain.

And this time, once more, I was walking down a hallway with the fluorescent lights and posters on college applications, and was faking like I was just another student, not the subject of conversation when half the city spotted my name.

I kept my sleeves pulled down. The scars had long since ceased to be black, instead becoming faintly silver in tone, though they remained, just a reminder of the finger of the Shadow King on my bones. People didn’t notice them unless I moved wrong. I made sure I never moved wrong.

The academy felt smaller than it used to. Maybe I’d just gotten
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