By the time Amelia reached her next training block, she had decided there were worse things than being late.Being expected was one of them.That was the feeling waiting for her when she entered the lower practice hall: expectation. Not from the students, though several looked up when she stepped inside. Not from the stone walls, though they were lined with symbols that seemed to dim and brighten as her eyes moved over them.From the room itself.It felt aware.The lower practice hall was carved beneath Waycross, deep enough that Amelia could feel the weight of the Academy above her. The ceiling arched high overhead, supported by black columns veined with silver. Circles were etched into the floor at carefully spaced intervals, each marked with a different symbol. Some glowed faintly. Some were dull and dark. One near the far wall looked scorched.No one stood in that one.Amelia made a note of it.The students were already gathered in loose lines. Most wore their uniforms with minor
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