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... p> Day one, the Hall of Petals looked like a cathedral that had agreed to be a library out of politeness. Sun laid itself over the mosaic spiral, students hummed through like current, and the eight of them built a fortress of chairs and carts and stubbornness around an enormous table. Hikari stacked by subject. Lynea stacked by source. Arashi stacked by aesthetic, which he swore was secretly a system. Esen stacked by how funny the title sounded said out loud. Keahi took the thin, mean-looking ma ...
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