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Clock Ticking
Cyrus and I continue the lesson by actually practicing blood magic. But it’s not the same. Not after what he just told me. I can barely focus again and he gives up soon. Actually, I’m the one who tells him to go back to the wards. I know I’m only wasting his time today again. “Do you live off coffee and blood lately?” I ask as I’m already getting up, noticing the tiny mess on his small kitchen counter. I see used coffee filters on it, and a few glasses, tainted with a dark red edge. “You know you won’t get that off, if you don’t wash it soon, right?” I continue as he doesn’t reply. I head towards the area, starting to pour hot water into the glasses and throwing the coffee filters away. He comes behind me, seeming a little embarrassed that I’m cleaning his kitchen. “I … That really isn’t
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