Chapter 130 TOMORROW WON'T BE THE SAME

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

TOMORROW WON'T BE THE SAME

VIOLET

I reported to the great-hall service entrance before the first bell. The air still held the chill of early morning and smelled of damp stone. My hands already ached from the Binding Shield practice the day before.

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