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... > They reached the staging post at the edge of the black jungle as the second bell slouched toward the third. The proctors’ board was a scarred plank slung between two iron stakes, pocked by a hundred names and a thousand ambitions. Cores clinked into tally boxes, slips slid under brass clips, and one very tired upperclassman recorded totals with the glassy stare of someone who had forgotten what beds look like.
Rhea had already laid their slips on the rail: Stonecoil, Bramblehorn, Hissc ...
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