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Glantri City, The Great School of Magic
“Best left unfound.” Etienne gestured. The folio opened. The pages were not paper, but compressed ectoplasm—sentences wriggled like silver eels. Most of the text was redacted with spells of forgetfulness. But one paragraph remained clear.
She looked at her hands. The golden thread had transferred to her . She was now the sole keeper of the 19th secret. The Radiance hummed beneath Glantri, hungrier than before.
