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... tmosphere shifted with smooth, choreographed chaos.
In the grand cafeteria—if it could even be called that—sunlight poured in from crystal-paneled windows that stretched nearly two stories high. Glass chandeliers glittered above polished white floors, and rows of gleaming wooden tables ran long and regal beneath the glass-pane ceiling, each table adorned with gold-trimmed trays and soft velvet seating.
This was not a school lunchroom.
It was a hall fit for nobility.
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