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... open, quill in hand, shadows muttering in his head while the professor droned on at the front of the class.
The man’s voice was a low, constant buzz, layered with the clink of glassware and the hiss of burners.
Words like "reactive catalysts," "stabilization ratios," and "mana-binding agents" were scrawled across the chalkboard, but none of it made sense to him.
He’d missed too much. The three months in chains had gutted his foundation. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
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