Chapter 100 The Witch and The Wall of Thorns

Moments Later

[Rina P.O.V]

Afternoon arrived like a funeral shroud. Grey and heavy with scent of impending rain.

I bypassed the main corridor. Opted for the shadowed gallery that led toward the Refectory. My stomach was a knot of glass. The theft of the Shard had left a vacuum in the academy's ...

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