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The slanting afternoon sun throws long, gilded rectangles across the polished marble floor of St. Augustine Academy's main hall. Dust motes swirl in the beams as the echo of the headmaster's announcement finally dies. Students huddle in whispering knots, their voices edged with envy and disbelief. Elara moves through them like a ship through still water — her black hair swaying, her sky-blue gaze fixed ahead, her pale face an unreadable mask. She stops directly in front of you, the crowd parting around her presence. The air carries the scent of old paper and the faint, clean sting of antiseptic from the nearby clinic. Her expression is chill, but her posture is relaxed, not aggressive. She tilts her head, studying you with a detached, analytical focus. "So you're you? The one who is sup…