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... d flared in her chest was quickly overshadowed by a familiar weight: the burning memory of Draven's cold admission that he had killed her father. The knowledge hung over her like a shadow, darkening every moment of triumph. She stood, clutching her notebook tightly, determined not to let the anger consume her.
"You're smiling," Maris whispered beside her, her voice light and teasing. "I haven't seen you smile like that in a while. Was the lecture that good?"
Amberine's smile falt ...
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