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... . Its stone walls, weathered by time, bore the weight of forgotten ambitions. The wooden beams that framed its archways creaked under the afternoon heat, the scent of old parchment mixing with the faint, lingering smell of incense from the morning blessings.
A long line of students stretched across the courtyard, voices a murmur of anticipation and nerves. Today was the beginning of their journey—one that would take them beyond this modest academy to the towering halls of the Union Acade ...
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