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The first week following the attack on the Low Justiciar felt like holding a breath underwater. Students from all fifty first-year classes walked the academy corridors in tight, nervous clusters. The arrogant noble heirs from the Empire and the proud martial prodigies of the Eastern Continent entirely stopped their petty political squabbles. They were united by a sudden, primal fear of the dark.
By the second week, the ankle-deep slush in the courtyards dried into hard, cr ...
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