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"Right this way," the woman from the front desk says to me dryly, not a hint of emotion in her voice.
I'm starting to think is just her usual way of communicating with people. A few of the other participants who walked past us a few moments ago commented on her stylish golden dress and she thanked them in the same tone she used to give me directions.
At least she isn't being discriminatory, which is what I expect from everyone here.
I'm aware that the majority won't be happy with my presence here. My mother warned me about this, and at this moment, as I follow the administrator through a narrow, dimly lit passageway deep inside the Noctem Lunae building, I let her words strengthen me.
I miss her already.
A lot.
The realization that I won't be able to see her, my sibli
