Zoe's P.O.V The bell rang, music to the ears of the new generation. Sitting at my assigned table, the paper of possibility lay before me. The moment the clock ticked, Professor Evelin signaled for us to begin, and hands started scribbling, knowledge purging out. "Fifteen minutes left!" This time, Mr. Raymond, our flamboyant teacher, announced it, drawing the attention of the silent room. In those fifteen minutes, students could submit their papers and leave the examination room. Standing with my paper in hand, a sense of dread fluttered through me, awakening a deeper unease. Confused, I handed my paper in. The moment I crossed the threshold, a stab of pain shot through my gut. "Zoe!" A moment's distraction pulled me into a conversation, mostly one-sided. A headache pounded, and I grunted in pain. As if I had traveled through time, all I could see was Nena's weakened body and blood coating the floor. The numbing pain returned tenfold... "Zoe, what's wrong?!" Jordan panicked
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