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Chapter 2: The Novice’s Gift
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... the edge of known maps, shadows stretch where stories begin. There - where wind scrapes stone - the land forgets time. Giants once walked that dust, some say. Now only echoes remain beneath the cliffs. A school rises there, silent, built on old bones and taller than belief.
A flicker inside the broken lantern shook, fighting gusts that tugged at its edges - one last spark refusing to let go. The glow wavered like breath caught mid-air, holding on even as shadows pressed close.
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