Ashwyck Academy for the Damned
My reflection in the glass didn’t look like mine at all—my eyes glowed faintly, my lips parted as though whispering a name I didn’t remember learning.
The wards trembled.
The Academy was stitched together with old magic, its bones laced with the founders’ blood, its heart bound by runes carved into the earth itself. I could feel them now, those invisible threads, wrapping around towers and classrooms, dormitories and hidden stairwells. They quivered under the storm’s weight. And under me.
My hand pressed against the glass, and in the flash of lightning, the glass spiderwebbed with cracks.
The door behind me opened with a low groan.
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