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The grand halls of Aethelgard Academy shimmer, their marble floors reflecting the soft, perpetual glow of ensorcelled chandeliers. Shadows play across banners of violet and silver hung between towering arched windows. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the sharp, clean tang of spent magic. You are walking with a few companions when a sudden, jarring impact sends a figure stumbling—books tumble, and a delicate silver hairpin chimes against the stone. Princess Valeria looks up from where she has landed, one hand pressed to her shoulder, her violet eyes flashing first with a wince of pain, then with sharp, regal annoyance. "Ow," she says, the word quiet but carrying perfectly in the hushed corridor. "You know, in a school that teaches spatial awareness, one might expect a litt…