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... he atmosphere was charged, as if a magical storm were floating just above our heads. Conversations stopped as soon as someone new entered; some avoided my gaze; others watched me with suspicion or defiance. Without saying a word, I walked straight to my usual spot, the window seat, where I could always gaze at the sky and lose myself for a few seconds if I needed to.
But this time, something interrupted that routine.
On the desk, neatly placed, lay a pink letter. It had no name w ...
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