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... old man sat at his desk.
None other than Gaston Gallimard, the headmaster of the academy.
He sat with his eyes closed, as if in deep focus.
The teacup balanced on his fingertips had long since gone cold.
“……”
Not a single movement.
An oppressively heavy atmosphere.
It could be described as "silence," but that would fall short—beneath the surface, it was closer to chaos. A battlefield.
The old man stood amidst the savage fragments o ...
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