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The last thing Clara Quinn remembered was the rain.Not the accident itself — not the scream of tires or the sickening lurch of the world tilting sideways — but the rain. How it had been coming down in thin grey sheets, the kind that soaked through a coat in minutes and made the whole city smell like wet concrete and defeat. She had been crossing the street with her coffee going cold in her hand, thinking about the terrible ending of that novel she'd been forced to finish for her book club, the one everyone else had called "devastating in the best way" while Clara had sat there thinking that the villainess was simply the most exhausting character she had ever encountered in print. And then: nothing.And then: something. Something arrived as a sensation first. Stone beneath her cheek — cold, faintly damp, grained with age. Then sound: birds she didn't recognize, speaking in registers too clear and too bright for anything that lived in her city. Then smell: grass, woodsmoke, and somethi

The rules, revised, looked like this: One: Do not interact with Crown Prince Aldric Solenne. Two: Understand, before anything else, what Lady Morwen Ashvale actually wants from you. Three: Do not witness anything you are not supposed to witness. Four: If in doubt, leave the room. Five: Do not let Seren Vael get killed.Clara folded the scrap of paper, considered it, and did not burn it. She tucked it into the inner pocket of her jacket instead. In her previous life she had kept lists the way other people kept journals — not as a record of feeling, but as a record of decisions. There was a comfort in writing things down, in making the provisional concrete, in knowing that even if you forgot, there was evidence that you had once known. She did not, however, feel particularly comforted by what she'd written.The morning after the ceremony arrived grey and purposeful, the kind of weather that made demands on you. Clara rose before her roommates, washed in cold water, and sat at the small

The results of the aptitude assessment were posted the following morning on the board outside the administrative office: a long list of names, beside each a track designation and, in some cases, a notation that meant additional review was required. Clara found her name in the C-section as expected. General stream. No notation. She stood there for a moment, looking at it, and felt something that was not quite relief and not quite disappointment settle in her chest. General stream was what she'd wanted. Unremarkable results, quiet placement, no reason for anyone with authority to look at her twice. The examiners' pen that had kept writing, though. The compass that had swung. She would not think about that.She turned away from the board and walked directly into Seren, who had apparently been standing two feet behind her reading over her shoulder."General stream," Seren said. She did not sound surprised. She sounded like someone filing information. "Same as me. I tested for trace-sensit

She found her opportunity three days later, and it was not an opportunity she engineered. It arrived the way most significant things arrived, she was beginning to notice — sideways, at an inconvenient hour, dressed as something else entirely. It was raining. The Academy's courtyards were empty at the sixth hour of the morning, the stone dark with water, the carved fish in the dry fountain collecting small puddles in their open mouths. Clara had woken before the bells and found herself unable to return to sleep, a condition she'd experienced regularly in her previous life and recognized as her mind refusing to stop processing. She'd dressed in the grey dawn and gone out, telling herself she was getting air and knowing she was really going over the same ground she'd been going over for days. What did Morwen want from her? Not what she wanted abstractly — that was becoming, if not clear, at least legible. The quality of attention, the tracking, the white-knuckled hands. That was not a my