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... sanctuary of quiet efficiency.
It smelled of old parchment, floor wax, and the subtle ozone tang of preservation magic.
Seraphina Ashwood valued this silence. It was predictable. It was orderly.
She stood by the faculty mail slots, sorting through a stack of requisitions for fire crystals.
Her movements were precise. Snap. Sort. Stack.
Two junior instructors stood nearby. They were discussing the merits of wind magic in naval combat.
They stopped t ...
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