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Julian slowly walked down from his seat and approached the golden platform.
No one in the hall dared to speak.
Clara looked down.
From the opening beneath her feet, a small golden crown had risen from inside the machine.
Master Henry stared at it as if he had seen a ghost.
— Three years… — he whispered. — Not once.
Clara frowned.
— What does that mean?
Julian looked at the women who had laughed only moments earlier.
Then he turned back to Clara.
— Everyone misunderstood my test.
The hall became completely silent.
Julian placed his hand on the edge of the platform.
— This machine was never designed to find the lightest woman. Or the thinnest. Or even the woman who could stand perfectly still.
Several candidates exchanged confused looks.
Master Henry finally explained.
The platform had been designed to become more unstable whenever a person tried too hard to control it.
