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... the crystal microphone, her posture a line of unbending steel drawn by a master architect. Her voice was not loud, yet it resonated in the chest of every student in the hall, carried by a subtle, passive application of mana.
"We are the shield," Anastasia said. Her golden eyes swept across the audience, making every student feel seen, judged, and found worthy. "The Empire, the Palaces, the Kingdoms. They have sent us here not to hoard power, but to refine it. Magic is not a privilege. I ...
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