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... etched with deep red runes that pulsed with dormant energy. A thin mist rolled from beneath them, curling over the boots of the gathered candidates like reaching fingers.
Thalen stood among them, thirty students chosen from across the Bastion.
No one spoke.
They all felt it the weight in the air, like thunder before a storm. The quiet tension of something ancient, waiting to wake.
The Ceremony
Head Instructor Varn approached the gates, cla ...
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