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... ed by heat and chatter. Long tables ran like lanes in a field. Banners drifted in the draft. The air smelled of peppered stew, fresh bread, and the sincere terror of vegetables.
Everywhere, first-years reenacted the class with frantic hands, making tiny circles in the air like they could catch the warmth again. Upper-years tried to be bored about it and failed.
From a shadowed corner table, Ray Flame sat alone, a swaggering slouch that looked dented. His coat was good cloth and b ...
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