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Firian
Firian stepped into the Head’s office, his heart thumping hard and slowly, Belik following behind. The room smelled like dusty paper and wet stone. The blank rock walls, identical to all other rooms except for the second door, provided nothing but a backdrop for power. There was a flash of that power in them, wavering like heat. Firian felt more solid and real than they were.
He stepped around to the back of the desk. Taking a deep breath, he sat in the chair. Belik stood silently before him, his expression almost obedient. Firian smiled. “Get me some official paper, and a pen.”
Belik nodded, a slight smile running over his mouth, and turned to leave. As he went out the door, Bard almost ran into him but jumped to the side in time. Firian hadn’t seen Bard in days. Ever since
