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... ad root vines, silent beneath the rusted remains of what once had been training halls. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
Students didn't come here anymore. Not since the new wings were built.
The benches were cracked. The air smelled faintly of scorched soil. An old sigil, long-faded, was barely visible under the moss near the stone platform in the center — a lion, a flame, and a sword.
Peace through discipline.
Rook Vale sat on the steps, waiting.
The firs ...
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