I was standing by the cracked fountain in the academy’s central courtyard, the water in the basin clear at first glance but hitting my nose with a sharp, earthy stench.

Or was it just another way to sweep everything under the rug?

I hesitated at the door, my hand hovering over the handle.

Was I ready for this?

Or was this just the beginning of another cycle of silence?

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