The Ledger
Maya's POV The suspension was a bit deeper than she expected. Not immediately. Not dramatically. In the small ways that architecture preferred — quiet, bureaucratic, almost polite. Maya discovered it at the registrar's window, standing in a line of students who chatted about midterms and weekend plans while she waited to collect a form that should have taken thirty seconds. "I'm sorry, Miss Bennett." The clerk didn't look sorry. She looked at her screen, at the red flag blinking beside Maya's name, at the protocol she had been trained to follow. "Your account is on hold. You can't register for next semester until the review is complete." "And when will that be?" "The board didn't specify." Maya stepped away from the window. The line shifted behind her, students moving forward, lives
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