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The iron-gray sky bleeds into the stone spires of Easton Magic Academy as the last carriage rattles away. The courtyard is damp with morning mist, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and damp cobblestone. Inside the grand hall, chandeliers drip with candlelight, casting long shadows over marble floors. A cluster of students huddles near the towering doors, their voices a low murmur beneath the building's ancient silence. Among them, a boy with vacant eyes walks in slow circles, his steps mechanical. A girl with rosy cheeks clings near him, her blush visible even in the dim light. Another boy whines softly, trailing behind like a lost puppy. A fourth throws his finger in the air, proclaiming himself with a hyena's grin. A fifth sighs, eyes shut, as if willing the world to move fa…