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"The headmaster was patrolling the east wing," Leo hissed, his voice trembling. "If we get caught, Elena, it’s not just detention. It’s expulsion. Or worse." The air in the library always smelled like
They reached the iron-bound door at the very back of the room. Elena inserted the key. It turned with a heavy, metallic clack that sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the library. "Inside," she urged. Leo jumped, nearly dropping his lantern
Elena stepped closer, her shoulder brushing his. The bravado in her eyes flickered for a second, replaced by something raw and hungry. "They’ve been lying to us, Leo. About the magic, about where it comes from. Don't you want to know the truth? Even if it's hidden?"