Chapter 346
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The Lime Division intake hall smelled of dust, ink, and old stone. Caster stood at the end of a short line, shoulders squared, hands folded behind his back.

His coat was clean but plain. His hair was tied back. His face carried the careful adjustments of his illusion sigil, older lines at the eyes, a narrower jaw, and a faint scar along the left cheek.

Dr. Alven Cray. The name rested lightly on his tongue. A brass placard hung above the counter: LOWER ACADEMIC REINSTATEMENT, SPECTRAL LIME DIVISION (PROVISIONAL)

The word provisional had been etched deeper than the rest. A clerk behind the counter flipped through paper forms with slow, deliberate movements. She did not look up. “Next,” she said.

Caster stepped forward. She slid a form across the counter without meeting his eyes. “Name.”

“Dr. Alven Cray,” he said.

She paused, then finally looked at him. Her gaze lingered a fraction too long. “Division?” she asked.

“Applied Skell Containment,” Caster replied.

Her brow twitched. “That di
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