The Golden Crossing
The bell did not ring so much as it screamed, a metallic shriek that tore through the velvet silence of the Great Hall and shattered the illusion of peace that had settled over the Academy like a thick, grey shroud. I was standing in the shadows of the pillar, my fingers trembling against the cold stone, watching the Master of Ceremonies, a man whose face had become as smooth and expressionless...
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