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"The malicious kind."

Panic. The older students scrambled—knocking over the wooden loaves, tearing their shirts on a nail Malice had loosened earlier, leaving behind a button, a scarf, and one telltale shoe. Solution malice le pensionnat

Marie finally spoke. Just one word, across the table. "The malicious kind

Malice winked.

"I have a solution," she whispered.

"Tomorrow's problem." Fin.