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... the chirping of birds faintly echoed beyond the arched glass panes. The sterile scent of herbs and potions lingered gently in the air, and the room was still—peaceful, but heavy.
Zen's eyelashes twitched.
Slowly, his fingers curled.
With a faint groan, Zen opened his eyes, the light momentarily blinding. His vision slowly adjusted, and above him, the ceiling came into focus—clean, white with golden inlays—a design unique to the academy's infirmary. His head felt oddly he ...
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