PREVIEW
... through the plane trees lining Saint Peter’s Street, their dense leaves dicing the sunlight into a scatter of dappled light that spilled onto the Magic Association’s ornate stained-glass windows.
The young mages who had come to the capital to report were registering at the front desk, each one beaming with pride and satisfaction, a confident, radiant smile on their faces.
For these youngsters, freshly arrived in Farol, the future appeared bright and promising. They were young and ...
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