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Fifty-Six
Tristan Grayson I sat there in my dorm room, the muted light of the late afternoon filtering through the window, casting long shadows on the floor. It had been a whirlwind of events in the past few days, each moment more intense and chaotic than the last. The only solace I had found in this mess was the knowledge that the vampire, that blood-sucking bastard, was now locked away in solitary confinement. Good riddance. He deserved every minute of that isolation, especially after what he had almost done to Lucas. Probably even more. I leaned against the windowsill, the cool glass pressing against my fingertips as I gazed outside. The campus was quiet, students going about their business, unaware of the turmoil that had been unleashed within the walls of Moonlit Academy. It was almost
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