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Chapter 183: Academy Lock

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Asher barred the long house at dawn.

Not a punishment. A lock. Three days. He said it at the gate so the parents could not call it a rumor.

“No lessons. No slate. No chalk. Children who are not called stay with their tents. The door does not open for sums. It opens for Elara if a mouth needs a bench, and that is all.”

The flour mother nodded too fast. “About time.”

The cook-pit woman did not. “You lock the school, and the echo still has the road. What does a bar do?”

“It keeps small hands off g
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