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... akfast was watery porridge and tea that had been steeped too many times. The dining hall was quiet. The radiators were cold; the mana furnace was running on minimum output to save fuel. Students ate with their coats on.
Gareth stared at his bowl. "I miss eggs," he said.
"Eat the grain," I said. "It’s fuel."
"It’s paste," he corrected, but he ate it.
Aldric sat three tables away. His entourage had shrunk. Without the Foundation’s gold flowing freely, his gravity wa ...
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