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... udents set foot on it, but nothing in the previous phases compared to the pressure now crawling across the sky. The air felt wrong—too still, too heavy, too aware of their movements. Clouds gathered over the mountains in a slow, spiraling formation, dark and swollen like ink drops bleeding through paper. The island did not simply change; it warned. And warnings on a place designed by the Academy were never gentle things.
By the time the morning sun rolled across the basin, Arios and his ...
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