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... ls, bouncing between the flickering remnants of what this place once was. There was silence, but not peace. The kind of quiet that came before unraveling.
His fingers brushed against a charred classroom door. Once, he remembered, this room had been filled with noise. Laughter, arguments, magic gone awry. Now it was just memory trapped in half-code.
"How long have we been running in circles?" Jay muttered. "Fighting ghosts and calling it progress."
He stopped in front of t ...
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