The Triplet's Bullied Mate
Below, the sprawling academy grounds were bathed in shadow, lights twinkling like distant fireflies.
I sat on the edge of the low stone railing, my bare feet dangling slightly over the edge, feeling the cool, rough texture of the stone beneath my palms. The grimoire Vale had given me, ancient and heavy, rested in my hands, its leather cover subtly warm, almost alive. But my heart felt heavier still, burdened by the weight of the truths revealed, the destiny laid bare. The triplets stood near, a solid, comforting presence just a few feet away, their collective gaze fixed on me—concerned, curious, fiercely protective. Their usual post-dinner banter was conspicuously absent, replaced by a tense
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