Chapter 38 The White Witch and the Bitter Feast

[Rina P.O.V]

The Great Refectory at dinner time was a cacophony of ambition and overpriced silk.

The air was thick with the scent of roasted rosemary chicken and the high-pitched, manic energy of students obsessed with the upcoming Masquerade Welcome Feast. Everywhere I looked, groups huddled ov...

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