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... lung to the eastern sector. It was a pressurized suffocating silence broken only by the scratching of three hundred quills against parchment. It sounded like an army of termites devouring a wooden house from the inside out.
The usual arrogance of the student body had evaporated. The posturing. The duels. The sneering about bloodlines. It was all gone. In its place was a collective vibrating panic that smelled of stale coffee and alchemical stimulants and the cold sweat of teenagers reali ...
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