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Chapter 2: Granfire
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... man sat slumped at a desk near the front—motionless, pale, like a puppet abandoned mid-gesture.
Dust floated in the stagnant air.
The blackboard behind him was blank, save for faint, chalk-scratched symbols that twitched when stared at too long.
His eyes were half-open, unfocused... until they fixed on something.
An image of a woman?
Not sure but she opened her mouth.
"My lovely host," she whispered, voice sweet and terrible. "Your pact with my mot ...
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