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... anticipation. Students whispered in cramped halls, professors lingered by torchlight, and the Codex trembled on its pedestal as if it sensed what was coming. Now, dawn broke with an eerie stillness, the kind that lives between heartbeat and breath. No birds sang. No wind stirred. Only the Origin Halo, suspended above the rooftops, glowed with a soft iridescence that matched the pale sky.
I stood on the balcony of the East Wing, peering down at the courtyard where four of my closest alli ...
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