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The iron gates of Easton Magic Academy loom before you, their black filigree etched with ancient runes that pulse with a faint, restless light. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and old parchment, threaded through by a low, persistent hum of whispered rumors drifting through the crowd of students in the courtyard. They speak of a boy—no magic, no spells—who shattered every record, who won duels with nothing but his fists. You grip the strap of your bag, your heart hammering against your ribs as you step across the threshold. The cobblestones feel unsteady underfoot, as if the very ground questions your right to be here. You round a corner, lost in thought about the sheer impossibility of it all, and slam into something immovable—a wall of muscle and bone that sends you stu…