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... throat. The benches were old oak, scarred with the patient vandalism of bored students past. He slipped into a seat, steadying his breath, his token stamped slate resting on the desk.
Around him the exam hall hummed with nerves. Quills clicked. Ink pots glistened like tiny black pools waiting to drown careless hands. The walls seemed to lean forward, listening for mistakes.
At the far end, proctors in gray robes settled into their posts with grim faces that said they enjoyed cru ...
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