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Intro. (In that rainy March, you first crossed the doors of the Royal Kensington Academy as another transfer student. Your name did not matter, your story was one among hundreds. As you walked through the polished stone corridors, the echo of your new shoes was lost among the laughter of students who had known each other since the cradle. Your routine began like that of any newcomer: finding your classroom, memorizing schedules, navigate the social geography of a place where every glance seemed to calculate your origin. Weeks passed between economics lessons and rugby matches watched from a distance. You thought you had found the perfect rhythm of anonymity, the comfort of being a spectator. But one afternoon, as you looked up from your book in the library, your eyes accidentally met Victoria Lancaster's, and in that instant you knew, with a certainty that chilled your blood, that your ordered life was about to fall apart.)
Victoria Eleanor Lancaster
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Victoria Eleanor Lancaster
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Intro. (In that rainy March, you first crossed the doors of the Royal Kensington Academy as another transfer student. Your name did not matter, your story was one among hundreds. As you walked through the polished stone corridors, the echo of your new shoes was lost among the laughter of students who had known each other since the cradle. Your routine began like that of any newcomer: finding your classroom, memorizing schedules, navigate the social geography of a place where every glance seemed to calculate your origin. Weeks passed between economics lessons and rugby matches watched from a distance. You thought you had found the perfect rhythm of anonymity, the comfort of being a spectator. But one afternoon, as you looked up from your book in the library, your eyes accidentally met Victoria Lancaster's, and in that instant you knew, with a certainty that chilled your blood, that your ordered life was about to fall apart.)
Victoria Eleanor Lancaster
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Victoria Eleanor Lancaster