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"ugh.""Stop complaining, I have to do it too"I rolled my eyes at Clare's whining as we stood in front of the large oak doors of the library.The library was fairly old, as was the university itself. The campus had old buildings on the edge while newer buildings were more centralized in the center of the campus. The library was the only older building to still be standing, but it definitely wasn't brand new. The old oak doors at the front were stained with different liquids and the rain, and were so very large it took at least three different ...
She paced around the room, her boots hardened with mud clomped around the wooded floor. The hardened face of her mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes glaring at Cora as she glanced at the dried flakes of mud that now littered the stained wood. "Why are you not ready?" She asked, her voice filled with disgust at the girl, or soon to be woman. "Almost," Cora hesitated, "Almost ready." She said softly, sitting down on the soft, but firm, chair near the back wall of the dimly lit room. Her mother huffed in agitation, slamming the door behind...
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