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... e usual quiet grace of a mountain morning. It arrived with a low, bone-deep thrum that seemed to vibrate the very frost off the windowpanes. By six in the morning, the quad was already teeming with activity. The Artisan teams were no longer just students; they were a synchronized crew of laborers, moving with the heavy, purposeful tread of people who knew exactly how much pressure was sitting beneath their feet. I stood on the tower balcony, my eyes tracing the lines of amber light that now defi ...
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