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The air in the Grand Hall of St. Jude’s Academy smelled of damp wool, old wood, and the metallic tang of anticipation. It was a night that hung heavy in the air, the kind of evening where the world outside seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the city to decide its fate. In the center of the polished oak floor, a circle of students stood, their faces illuminated by the flickering light of a...
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