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She called campus security. Twice. No answer. It rang, then cut to static. She locked every bolt on her door and slid to the ground, chest tight. The next morning, Ezra returned. He looked exhausted. Snow in his hair. Dirt under his nails. She opened the door, too numb to speak. \u201cI followed him,\u201d Ezra said. \u201cI followed Ven.\u201d Camille stared. \u201cWhere did he go?\u201d \u201cNowhere. Everywhere. He\u2019s been watching all of us. He\u2019s not done.\u201d \u201cDid he leave that bracelet?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ezra looked at her long and hard. \u201cYou were supposed to be his redemption. Now he wants to be your ghost.\u201d She clutched the bracelet in her palm, and it suddenly felt like a noose. The line between haunting and devotion was thinning\u2014and Camille had no idea which side anyone stood on anymore. Not even herself.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com Snow fell softly against the windowpane as Camille lay on her side, eyes open, heart pounding in rhythm with the ticking of Ezra\u2019s old clock. That night, he didn\u2019t leave. He lay beside her in silence, arms encircling her without pressure. For the first time in weeks, she didn\u2019t flinch. \u201cI dreamt you stopped breathing,\u201d Ezra whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cI dreamt I finally did,\u201d she replied. He kissed her shoulder. Their hands found each other under the blanket. He didn\u2019t rush. Every movement was reverent, like he thought she might disappear if he touched her too hard. \u201cAre you afraid?\u201d she asked. \u201cYes,\u201d Ezra admitted. \u201cOf hurting you. Of losing you. Of not being the one you choose.\u201d She turned to face him. \u201cI don\u2019t want to be chosen like an object.<\/p>\n

I just want peace.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll give you that. Even if it means fighting him,\u201d he said. A knock echoed faintly down the hallway. When Camille opened the door, no one was there. Only a red thread tied tightly around her doorknob. She untied it, hands trembling. \u201cBlood thread,\u201d Ezra muttered behind her. \u201cOld superstition. A promise. Or a warning.\u201d Later that day, Ven was spotted in the chapel. A classmate texted her: He\u2019s sitting in the back pew like nothing happened.<\/p>\n

Whispering to himself. Camille didn\u2019t go. Instead, she found Jasper waiting near the library steps, hunched against the cold. He wasn\u2019t sneering. He wasn\u2019t smirking. He was crying.<\/p>\n

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It wasn\u2019t much\u2014just a folded piece of parchment, her name signed in blue ink at the bottom, and a string of delicate words that had taken her three weeks and six breakdowns to compose. She gripped it tighter, the corners softening with her sweat, as she made her way through the echoing corridor of the Meridian. The hall was high-ceilinged and reverent, built from pale stone and lined with stained-glass windows that filtered sunlight into pools of violet and amber.<\/p>\n

Dust swirled in the golden beams. Footsteps clapped faintly against the herringbone floor, but no one dared speak too loudly in this part of Saint Imperium. The Meridian wasn\u2019t just a building\u2014it was a monument. Ven Straithmore stood at the far end beneath a circular window etched with the college seal.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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