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Chapter 54: The Final Rehearsal Before the Reckoning

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The next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of the ballroom—though to call it simply a ballroom today felt somehow inadequate.

It was as if space itself had become a living, breathing thing. Alive with noise, movement, magic. A place trembling at the edge of transformation. What had once been a vast and polished room of old-world luxury had now turned into a tempest of color, motion, and murmuring enchantment—a grand heart beating erratically in the final hours before it was meant to dazzle.

I didn’t remember entering. One moment I had been following Callum through the Academy halls, half-dazed and entirely unwilling, and the next I had been swallowed whole by this.

By this.

The ballroom unfurled in every direction—cathedral-tall ceilings framed by gilded arches, walls glowing soft amber beneath the touch of freshly-cast light runes. Stained-glass windows stretched from floor to ceiling, their colors caught in the golden hour sun, throwing fractured reds and violets across the
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