The Wistful Campus
The glass breaks before the shout lands. You hear it first. A sharp, crystalline tear in the air of the Great Hall. Then the shatter. A spray of cold, glittering shards erupts from the window. It is not your hand that throws the stone. Or rather, it is, but it is not your will. It is the body acting before the mind can plead. You stand frozen in the center of the polished floor. The fragments...
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