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The academy gates didn’t creak open in welcome. They hissed. The runes embedded into the iron glowed faint red—not the usual blue of recognition—as if the wards were uncertain of our identities.
Or perhaps they recognized us all too well.
Felix limped. Mira was uncharacteristically quiet. Garrick carried the bags without complaint. Wallace had barely spoken since the Maw. Even Leo—eternal whiner—had said nothing about his sore back or how much he hated hiking.
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