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... nctly modern silhouette came to a smooth halt not far from the grand gate of Hazandeen International High School.
The tinted window descended gradually, revealing the delicate face of a young woman dressed in modest, semi-concealing attire—as if deliberately hiding her presence.
Her eyes were sharp, cold even, yet her lips curved into a soft and refined smile—a mesmerizing contrast of elegance and authority rarely found in someone of her age.
Yura Atenri.
She had ...
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