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Not overly modern; no flashy screens or unnecessary tech, just a projector, a board, and space to think.
“This is where guided sessions will hold,” Dr. Hale said. “Critiques, demonstrations, discussions name it.”
Karl leaned closer. “Also where dreams go to be humbled.”
I snorted quietly.
The cafeteria came next and suddenly, the energy shifted. It felt lighter and looser.The space was warm, filled with long tables and benches, the scent of fresh food lingering in the air. A wide serving area stretched across one side, stocked generously.
“You’ll be provided with meals,” Dr. Hale said. “Standard options are covered. If you want more… indulgence…” A slight pause. “You pay for it.” A few laugh
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