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CHAPTER EIGHT: The Frequency of Silence

The morning air in the dormitory was still thick with the scent of medicine and the lingering warmth of a person who had refused to leave.

Clara pushed the door to Room 3B open, her mind buzzing with the history classes, but she froze in the doorway. Laksh Malhotra was stepping out. The man who usually looked like a crisp architectural blueprint looked… human. His sleeves were rolled up, his dark hair was falling over his forehead, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble.

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