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They continue moving through the group, until it’s my turn. I swallow hard, step forward, and try to dislodge the book from the bag under my robe. Damn it. “Hang on,” I grunt, but my voice sounds weird. I pause, then realize it’s the voice change. Get it together, girl! I manage to get out the book, ready for the strange voice this time. “This is a restricted book from Headmaster Uriel’s private library.” The golden-robed figure hesitates before taking the book. “Daemon Deaths.” The dark eyes behind the mask are familiar to me, but I can’t place them. I need to find out more about these people, and a plan hatches. “Do you know this book is cursed?” I yank my hand back. Good thing I got it earlier today. Who knows what it would have done if I’d kept it in my dorm for weeks. “I did not.”
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