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... rom the communal cooking fires just outside the orphanage. Amberine inhaled softly, taking comfort in the familiar aroma. The orphanage's classroom was never pretentious, nor did it pretend to be. It felt real, honest. Rough benches, hastily repaired with mismatched wood, sat in uneven rows. On the walls, faded glyphs drawn in chalk intertwined with colorful mana circles painted clumsily by tiny, enthusiastic fingers. Elegant? Hardly. Functional? Absolutely.
Amberine's gaze shifted towar ...
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