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... reserved for drowning men clinging to driftwood. He couldn't afford to mess this up. Not now.
The classroom was quiet, the only sounds being the distant chatter of students leaving and the faint hum of magic from the runes lining the walls. Professor Ignatius had leaned against his desk, his arms folded across his chest, eyes gleaming with that maddening mixture of amusement and genuine interest.
"Alright, Mr. Wycliffe," Ignatius said, his voice smooth and reassuring. "If you wan ...
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