Beneath the twilight spires, two scholars pause atop the academy’s rooftop—where ancient stone whispers and the weight of...

Beneath the twilight spires, two scholars pause atop the academy’s rooftop—where ancient stone whispers and the weight of tomes yet unwritten linger in the evening air.

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