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e and formally submitted my divorce petition. The system confirmed it was filed, initiating

lacks, not the soft, flowing dresses Barron preferred. The woman in

a café near Silverwood Academy, a place st

the students pass by, a lump forming in

oor chimed. I looked

od ran

hon Barron

ehind him, along with a middle-aged Vorrath woman

de. But it was too late. His eyes, col

ard my table. His stride was that of a

t my coffee cup with a steady hand, to

f me, casting a long

im to me, her brow furrowed in c

," he said, his tone that of someone describing a piece of furniture. "She used t

nd tightened around the warm ceramic

ased, to be called a serv

im, had a smirk of undisg

gave him nothing. No tears, no anger. Just a f

emed to unnerve him. H

t a small gasp. She pushed her spectacles

with a dawning recognition. "I've seen yo

sor Eleanor Hayes. The head of the Ancient Rune

ked from the professor to me, his expres

mmittal nod to the pro

ber now. You submitted that paper on predictive rune modeling... it w

disbelief. He looked at me as i

"Professor," I said, my voice polite but firm.

café, my heart pounding a fr

t the curb. She saw my

lid into the passenger seat. "Yo

breath. "Worse. I saw Ba

ened. "Did she

t. This city is

eed to move faster. We have to make ourselves too big for