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... lung to the marble pillars of the Academic District, smelling of ozone and the ancient dampness of mountain stone. High above, floating mana lamps drifted like ghost fires, casting long and flickering shadows across the thousands of students gathered in the central plaza. This was the night of the unveiling. The midterms were over, the ink was dry, and the hierarchy of the first year was about to be rewritten in light.
Vane stood at the edge of the square, leaning against a fluted stone ...
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