September 3, 2026

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.

And then, slowly, a hand went up.

It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it felt monumental.

Maybe this was the start of something.

Maybe, just maybe, things could change.

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.

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