The room went silent when Clara was escorted into the main dining hall. In her time, there would be no more than sixty people on site, including a handful of hunters back from a mission.
Tonight, every table was filled with students and hunters. The room was hot and humid, even with the massive hearths at both ends of the vaulted chamber containing nothing more than ash.
“They were waiting for us,” Clara whispered, low enough that only Julia would hear.
No one was eating, which was by itself unusual. Acolytes had chaotic schedules that forced them to be creative and adaptable. She remembered grabbing bread on the way to class, or skipping a meal entirely to make a timing. Some had nervous breakdowns while trying to adjust.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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