Hays
k, cream-colored envelope sealed with the unmist
ignified patience. I untied the
was written in shim
ss Holl
been selected for admission to Wanling Magic School, the
as been confirmed by our scouts, and you
e threshold of the Veiled Crossing. The bearer of this missive is authorized to
te your arrival at
in m
Reginald
g Magi
t seemed to see straight through me-hopped from the sill onto my shou
I didn't recognize from my previous life-a secret passage used only for mortal-born arrivals.
d once, and t
ped th
alm, with its grey cities and mundane skies, falling away like a discard
ol materializ
g open, and an older student wearing the bronze shield crest of Aegis House poked his head inside.
ver my racing heart. The owl gave my ear one final, encouraging nip before launc
an unsorted novice, stepped past the threshold, and
seats, their gazes a suffocating mixture of awe, envy, and curiosity. Floating above the cent
end of the hall, immediately locking onto the ma
ir Ste
redatory appraisal-the look of an artisan inspecting a f
d sharp that I almost took a step back. I dug my fingernails
nothing. He thinks you ar
casting my eyes down with the rehearsed timidity of a bew
ightly, clearly satisfied wit
rifted to the secondary magical projection ho
ng remedial placement. Among them was a frail, plain-face
sion was locked entirely onto Beverly's image. The feverish, obsessive devotion burning in
urrogate white lotus, and I was already earmark
ery stood before me, holding aloft the ancient, ta
admaster said gently. "Let th
ath, stepping up onto the
you will burn in the
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