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Viremont Academy was the kind of place where failure didn’t just follow you — it buried you.
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@dear_hyosann**Narrator:**
The train smelled like old leather and rain. Outside the window, the sky was the color of bruises, low and heavy over the hills. Viremont loomed in the distance — spires breaking through the fog like bones.
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