OF ROBES AND RIBBONS(2)
CHAPTER SIXTY A thoughtful hush settled across the amphitheater as the Chancellor, Professor Finnick Frostborn, stepped up to the lectern. His robe carried the quiet dignity of tradition, the deep folds catching the light as he placed both hands on the podium and surveyed the crowd. “Distinguished faculty, honored guests, members of the Board, families and above all, students. Good morning.” The words carried easily, steady and unhurried, drawing the rows of restless students into silence. “This morning marks more than a beginning; it marks a threshold, one every scholar must cross not only with ambition, but with purpose.” Annalise straightened unconsciously, her fingers tightening on her lap. Beside her, Elina nodded faintly as though echoing each syllable. The Chancellor lifted o
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