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      The Hospital

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      by Tower Curator Sunlight crept through the second floor of the abandoned retirement home. It prowled through the corridors until it came to the last room. Ignoring the blood wards and avoidance runes, it pounced on the sleeping girl. Eva groaned and pulled her covers over her eyes. She slept through her alarm and school with it, only to be awoken by the cruel morning sun. She missed some of the final tests for the year, yet somehow school just didn't feel as important with all the events of yesterday. Besides, what…
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      Juliana in the Dorm

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      by Tower Curator An awkward air hung about the usual group. No one talked, no one laughed. Everyone sat around picking at their food. Everyone except for Max. He had his usual double helping of refried beans and a side of string beans. Eva wasn't sure what was up with everyone. Juliana, she could understand. The girl had barely spoken two words since Eva refused to talk about blood magics or demonology. She didn't think she had done anything to the others. None of them asked about Shalise. Either they already knew…
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      Initialization

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      by Tower Curator Eva paced back and forth, trudging through a section of cold damp ground with every step. After ensuring that hunters weren't going to jump out of the woodwork and attack her or the ritual circle, she had set to clearing away the dome of snow. The snow was all gone. She had even cleared it enough to allow a decent path outside the ward. Yet the melted snow had to go somewhere. With the winter-chilled ground hard and cold, it turned the dirt to a freezing mud all too quickly. In fact, the mud was getting…
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      Botany and The Bar

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      by Tower Curator Irene dug her fingers into the moist soil. The small hole grew as she wiggled her fingers. As smooth and soft as the magically modified dirt was, she could feel it grinding underneath her fingernails. She had to purchase a fingernail brush for this class alone. Her nails were clipped short and she'd long given up painting them. Other students wore gloves to avoid getting dirt on their hands. Irene's hands instantly turned into balls of sweat the moment gloves touched her. Her hand snapped back to her…
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