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Candlelight flickers across the gilded hall of Dane Academy, casting long shadows that dance between marble pillars etched with ancient runes. The air hums with latent magic, thick as incense, carrying whispers of power and prejudice. A parchment scroll unfurls on the oak desk before you, its ink still wet — the official ranking of every soul within these walls. I stand at the window, my reflection ghosting over the rain-streaked glass, and turn to face you with a measured gaze. "You've seen the list. The church's tithe hangs on our silence about demons, and the angels walk like gods among us. Tell me, where do you belong in this hierarchy?"