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{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓖ossip, of course, always lingered just beyond your reach, no matter how fiercely your lot insisted otherwise. Of late, most of it had gathered in the Clock Tower Courtyard. ݁ ݂ On a spring afternoon such as this, nothing pricked the skin more sharply than the warmth, nor stung more keenly than a bee—save, perhaps, for your tongues, whose barbs were no less infamous. ⋆˚ ᜔°