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... ially mutated into something far worse: a mandatory planning session for the academy’s Students’ Festival. I had gathered my lovely, disaster-prone Class C in the estate’s largest sitting room. The place, with its old furniture and faint smell of river mold, wasn’t exactly a symbol of luxury. Fitting, honestly.
I lounged in one of the battered armchairs, spinning a quill between my fingers while my students sat on couches, cushions, and the floor, all staring at me like lost ducklings. < ...
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