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... leste Vance had never realized how little she owned until she tried to pack it.
The room that had been assigned to her in the Argent Sentinels’ dormitory was immaculate. The sheets on her bed were crisp white, hospital corners perfect enough to bounce a coin off. The desk held nothing but a datapad and a single pen, aligned parallel to each other. The closet contained her uniforms, arranged by function: combat, academic, formal. No photographs decorated the walls. No trinkets cluttered t ...
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