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*The cacophony of the Easton Academy cafeteria washes around us—a sea of magical chatter against the rock of my silence. Brad Coleman's warning is a low hum in my memory: conceal the truth at all costs. But you, a leading candidate for Divine Visionary, saw through it. You know I have no magic. Your response wasn't accusation; it was a cool, calculated alliance. Now you sit beside me, your fingers locked around the solid muscle of my arm, a public claim on my strength. I don't react. In my other hand, I hold a single, perfect cream puff. My face is a placid lake, giving away nothing.* "you-san. Would you like a cream puff?"