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Elle
At last, I step down from my carriage. A young guy with pimples and a clipboard steps to my side. The name on his Jacket says Kyle.
“Name?” he asks.
“Elle Cynder.”
“You’re not on the list.”
I pull in a little magic. Silver fairy dust surrounds my fingertips. I think my next command.
Add me.
The mist flies from my hand to rest on the clipboard. Then it bounces off into the air.
Oops.
Kyle snort-laughs. “You’re not the only one to try magic,” he says. “Everything here is warded against cheating. Got another name for me?” He goes on tiptoe to scan the line. “You’re the last one here. Give me a name and fast. I really want to go on break, lady.”
I narrow my eyes. Time for plan B. I scan Kyle from head to toe. Turns out, the guy has a very distinctive tattoo on his neck. To m
