RONANThe Academy’s stone corridors were quiet.The sun was setting, shadows stretched like claws over the marble floor. I moved with them, melting into their cover as I rounded the outer wall of the east wing.The Hall of Records stood like a relic from another era, a squat tower tucked into the back of the Academy’s grounds, mostly ignored except during the start or end of the year. No guards. No patrols. Just a rusted latch on a side window half-hidden behind ivy. Though it was still a forbidden area.I tested the latch. Still loose from the last time I visited under less…sanctioned circumstances.It gave way with a soft creak.Slipping inside, I landed soundlessly on the floor, crouched low, eyes sweeping the darkness. The scent of old parchment, dust, and ink hung in the air. Wooden filing cabinets lined the walls, drawers labeled by region, bloodline, rank.And someone was already here.A figure stood near the central desk, hunched over a file illuminated by a lantern’s soft glo
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