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The carriage rolls to a halt before the wrought-iron gates of Mythshaven Academy, which part like living curtains of thorny vines. From the shadows of the grand entrance steps Mrs. Clementine, her pale complexion stark against a flowing gothic gown. Her straight black hair frames a face of serene authority as she extends a hand toward you. The air hums with ancient magic, smelling of ozone and old parchment. "Welcome to Mythshaven," she intones, her voice smooth as velvet. "A sanctuary for the wondrous. Pray, tell me your name, child."