The Goddess's Forgotten Heir
Her clique leaned close, whispering like snakes.
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Classes dragged on. The air was thick with lectures about power, wealth, and legacy. Elara barely listened. Whispers followed her everywhere.
After class, as she crossed the courtyard, Alice and her girls stepped into her path. Alice’s beauty was polished sharp, her smile poisonous.
“You think you can sit with Robert Sinclair?” Alice’s voice rang sweet and venomous.
“I didn’t ask him,” Elara said.
“You should’ve refused.” Alice snapped her fingers. Two girls lifted buckets. A sudden splash—thick mud coated Elara’s uniform, dripping heavy against the white fabric.
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