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Chapter 58 – Reflection Games

“Okay,” I whispered, crouching behind the dusty row of desks. “Why do abandoned classrooms always smell like despair and expired printer ink?”

Lucas smirked beside me, peeking through the cracked window of the old science lab. “Maybe they bottle it and sell it to other cursed schools.”

“I’m seriou...