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in the darkest hours of a moonlit day, accompanied only by a faint candle, Meringue toiled at the papers and books she had set out. just a couple of hours earlier, she approached her studies with the same enthusiasm she gave to anything she set her mind upon. now, however, she slumped in her seat. the glass bottles clinked against one another as they twist along to her magic to give her something to entertain herself with. but despite it all — despite how desperately she wished to close her eyes right now — she knew she couldn't.

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