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Azura massaged her throbbing temples as she glanced at another flash card. The words seemed to blur together. Durxan, claiming she needed to catch up, was giving her, no one else, a large exam. Azura blinked rapidly and pressed her forehead onto the card, as if that could imprint it in her memory. She groaned and glanced at her Chrono. 0415. She leaned back in her chair and glanced at the ceiling before forcing her gaze back down to the table. She stifled a yawn and rubbed her bleary eyes. Her thoughts became groggy and incoherent. She pushed the chair back and strode out of the library.

By Liz Newsom, May 30, 2014.