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At Blackwood Hall, reputation is everything — and mine is flawless. Full scholarship. Top of the class. Zero mistakes. I don’t get second chances here. He does. Legacy admission. Old money. A last name carved into campus buildings. He doesn’t need grades. He doesn’t need approval. But he hates losing. And the day I corrected him in front of our professor? He smiled like it didn’t matter. It started small — anonymous emails, suspicious evidence, rumors that almost look believable. Nothing
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@zaylennnThe polished wooden walls of Blackwood Hall’s East Wing seem to close in as the Dean’s voice crackles through the old intercom system, tinny and final.
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