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... and the quiet, methodical grind.
The other initiates had mostly settled on their opinion of me.
I was a ghost.
A weird, unnerving glitch they had learned to ignore.
My isolation was absolute.
Almost.
There was Elara.
She started sitting at my table every day.
She never said much.
She’d just sit there, a tiny, trembling mouse, finding some strange comfort in my cold, empty presence.
I didn’t encourage her, but I didn ...
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