Sylvia Fenris' POV
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I didn't tell my friends about the note. I burned it in the candle flame instead, watching the paper curl black at the edges and crumble to ash on my windowsill, and told myself it was a cruel prank.
Some jealous classmate with too much time and too little conscience, nothing more. It was easier to believe that than to sit with the alternative, that someone with real resources and real intent wanted me gone from this school, and maybe from this world entirely.
I went about my days like nothing had changed, forcing smiles at breakfast, forcing my hands steady during training, pretending the note was just paper and ash and nothing more.
I almost believed that too, until three nights later.
I was walking bac
