PREVIEW
... one and warm lamplight. The vaulted ceiling—inscribed with soft glow-runes—cast a gentle radiance over the long rows of tables. Mid-morning was an awkward hour; too late for breakfast, too early for lunch. Because of that, the space was comfortably sparse. A few students lingered over late meals, hunched over notebooks or talking in low voices, but there was no crowd to navigate.
A welcome reprieve after the dome’s chaos.
The aroma wards carried scents of roasted chicken, broth, ...
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