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The dorm mother could still recall, even now, the very first time she laid eyes on Dream Weaver.
A girl with a mess of short, black hair stood at the entrance, clutching a backpack stuffed to the seams.
Her face was expressionless as she looked at the dorm mother and spoke, her voice flat.
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