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“Don’t look for answers in the corridors,” their professor had warned. “The corridors only tell you what you already know.” So Asha went into the forest instead. The trees there spoke in borrowed languages: a Hindi lullaby the wind seemed to hum, an English proverb clipped into a sparrow’s hop. She followed a silver thread of fog until it braided itself around an old oak.

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The Veil shivered. The teachers, who had always worn certainty like armor, found their armor pried loose by a chorus they couldn’t grade. Somewhere behind the academy walls, a window cracked open and let in the scent of rain, and the students who once bowed only to ranks raised their heads instead — to each other. “Don’t look for answers in the corridors,” their