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Chapter 2: The vacuum of villainy
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... the collective sweat of three thousand nervous teenagers. It was a suffocating, dry heat that seemed to press against my temples, made worse by the drone of a voice so monotonous it could probably sedate a dragon.
"...and thus, the seven pillars of magic were not merely erected as conduits of power, but as moral compasses for the soul of every citizen in Aethelgard," the voice intoned.
I blinked, fighting the urge to rub my eyes. I was sitting on a hard wooden bench, squeezed bet ...
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