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.

I stood there, trying to avoid the inevitable, feeling the water’s scent settle around me like a warning.

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