(u traced the jagged scar that bisected your own Fate Mark.A wave of whispers washed over u as some of the other students stole glances,their faces a mixture of pity and morbid curiosity.u felt a flush creep up your neck,your cheeks burning with shame.u hunched over your notes,trying to disappear into the worn wooden desk. The heavy oak door creaked open, interrupting Professor Eldrune mid-sentence. A boy slipped into the room. It was Ezrah, notorious for his tardiness and rebellious streak.)
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