Chapter: Chapter 57: The Ninth HallAt dawn, two attendants carried Alba’s trunk across the courtyard without a word between them.Aeris watched from his window. He hadn’t slept. Sometime before the bell, the rain had stopped, and now the cobblestones glistened like wet slate. The attendants wore plain gray uniforms, faces smooth and unreadable, their steps perfectly in sync. Alba walked between them, swallowed up in Wren’s gray robe. Her shoulders stayed squared in that brave way she had when she was scared but refused to show it.Right at the edge of the courtyard, she paused and turned her head. There was no way she could see him through the glass at that distance, but she pressed two fingers to her chest and held them there for three long counts. I’m here. It was the sign she used during the worst fevers, when she could barely whisper and he’d sit with her through the night.He pressed his fingers to the cold glass. She turned away, slipped under an arch in the north wall, and disappeared.His new roommate arrived w
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Chapter: Chapter 56: A Private WordA servant dressed in Academy gray waited in the corridor, hands folded and face unreadable.“Master Dunmoor. Instructor Vane requests you in his office. Now, if you please.”Aeris echoed back, “Now,” sounding almost bored, his best Corin impression. He’d practiced that boredom for nine days, but it felt stretched thin, like a thread about to snap.He’d spent the last hour pacing in the cramped room assigned to new arrivals in the lower hall, straining to hear Alba’s footsteps in the corridor. They never came. After her assessment, two attendants led her away to the infirmary, to “observe her,” as they put it. The phrase sounded gentle, but meant nothing. Aeris tried to follow, but a door closed quietly in his face, polite but firm.The servant guided him through the west cloister. Rain had started, cold and fine, smacking against the stone arches. On a bench, Liora Ashvale sat with a book open on her knees, not reading, just staring after Aeris as he passed. Their eyes met. She didn’t
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Chapter: Chapter 55: What the Assessment FoundBy the time the third bell chimed, the lower hall looked nothing like it had that morning. The desks were gone, replaced by a single raised dais in the center, its surface encircled by runes that gave off a pale, unsteady glow. The faint humming seemed to seep straight into Aeris’s bones, the same runic script, he realized with a prickle of dread, that he’d seen in Ossin’s fortress. Chairs lined the walls now, with students nervously waiting their turn, the whole room crackling with an invisible energy that caught at Aeris’s skin every time he moved.“Controlled resonance field,” Rask had said, back at the inn. Aeris had cornered her, almost desperate to know what to expect after seeing the notice. “Big academies use smaller versions to measure aptitude, safely. It draws out whatever magic a student can produce, only for a moment, just strong enough for a teacher to see what’s what. It won’t do anything to suppression ink the way daily life hasn’t already.”That “won’t” barely passed
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Chapter: Chapter 54: What the Instructor SawVane locked eyes with Aeris for a solid three seconds, and let me tell you, those seconds stretched long enough for every instinct Aeris had sharpened in Stonevale to scream at him, move, brace, don’t just stand there under that calm, measuring glare. He suddenly pictured Ossin, watching the old courtyard with that same patient resolve, and wondered if every dangerous man he met carried a piece of cruel stillness taught by someone like Ossin.Still, he didn’t budge. Corin Dunmoor had nothing to fear from a teacher’s gaze, at least not outwardly.“You,” Vane said, pointing with absolute certainty. “Stand.”Aeris got up slowly, slipping into Corin’s practiced, invisible posture, even though his heart was beating like a drum in his chest. Alba stiffened beside him; Wren lifted his eyes just enough to watch.Vane didn’t say much..just, “Name.”“Corin Dunmoor, sir.”Vane repeated “Dunmoor,” rolling the name like it was a strange, foreign word. “I don’t recognize the house.”“A minor branch
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Chapter: Chapter 53: Wardhaven“Corin and Wren Dunmoor,” the woman said, barely looking up from her papers, her voice flat, like she’d already decided none of this mattered. “Sponsored by Lady Essa Dunmoor. Late admission, special dispensation requested…,” she stopped to squint at the page, “delayed travel due to road conditions in the eastern provinces.”“Yes, ma’am,” Aeris replied, careful, steady, not rushing his words. That voice had taken nine days to practice. He offered the apology she’d expect, but he knew she wouldn’t care.Everyone apologized. That’s just how these things went. The officer cut through his words without blinking. “Everyone expects an exception,” she said, flipping the page, and Aeris felt his heart rate pick up, despite his best efforts, his face stayed still. He could almost hear his pulse booming in his ears, and honestly, if the demon’s heartbeat was syncing with his nerves, he wouldn’t be surprised.She tapped at the record. “Your aunt’s letter says your parents died from fever, twelve
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Chapter: Chapter 52: House of AshRask stumbled on the answer three days later, crouched over a single, grimy page she’d torn out of Belt’s old ledger. The look on her face wasn’t triumph. Honestly, she seemed almost let down by it, like some part of her wanted the solution to be further away, not already creeping in the margins.“Suppression script,” she announced, dropping the page in front of Aeris. “Same kind of ward Thorne’s men slapped on you near Aldric Cross. This one’s just smaller. Tighter. It works more like a jeweler’s trick, not some big sweeping spell, muting a little glow, not blacking out the whole room.”Aeris bent over the page, eyeing the tangled script. “Would that actually hide the mark?”“It’ll blur it, a bit. That’s all.” Rask traced the lines, patient. “Ink it straight onto your skin, keep it fresh every week or so, and anyone who glances at you just sees an old scar. That’s the best it does. It won’t hold up to a close investigation. If Halric Vane ever decides to really look at you, you’ll ge
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