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... f thick, dusty books that smelled of old and smoke, the shelves extended to the roof. The academy was silently guarded by a massive wooden desk that stood in front of a lofty window that gazed down. Headmaster Alistair, white-bearded, serene, and old, sat comfortably behind the desk. Memories of prior winters weighed heavily on his eyes.
With his hands crossed behind his back and his back straight, Magister Kellan stood at the window, facing him. A guy who had witnessed too much was star ...
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