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It started in the dorm corridor. A door on the far end stayed shut longer than usual. Another room that normally opened early enough for a wave of sleepy complaints stayed quiet. When he reached the stairwell, he passed two first-years whispering over a tablet, stopping the moment they saw him.
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t need to.
By the time he pushed into the dining hall, the pattern had sharpened enough to stop pretending it was in his head. The room wasn’t em ...
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