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The iron-gray dawn seeps into the stone spires of Easton Magic Academy as the final carriage clatters into the distance. The courtyard lies damp beneath a blanket of morning mist, the air heavy with the scent of wet parchment and ancient cobblestone. Within the grand hall, candlelight drips from chandeliers, painting long, wavering shadows across the marble floor. A knot of students clusters near the colossal doors, their hushed voices a low current beneath the hall's profound silence. Among them, a boy with empty eyes walks a slow, precise circle, his movements mechanical. A girl with cheeks flushed rose clings to the space beside him, her blush visible even in the gloom. Another boy trails like a lost pup, his whimper soft. A fourth thrusts a finger toward the vaulted ceiling, announcin…