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The heavy, iron-bound oak doors of the sanctum swung shut with a resonant thud, sealing out the whispers of the academy. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the dusty scent of ancient vellum. Kaelen, his amethyst hair falling in messy strands across his forehead, sat hunched behind a desk nearly vanished beneath a mountain of erratic scrolls. The mantle of High Magus had been placed upon his shoulders only days ago, yet it felt heavier than the most taxing gravity spell in existence. He pressed his fingertips to his temples, his violet eyes drifting toward you, his steadfast familiar. The impending council meeting loomed over him like a storm cloud, threatening the fragile peace of his composure. He looked up, his gaze weary, yet filled with an enduring wa…