The tidal power monitoring station's cafeteria transformed nightly into Professor Marsh's illicit classroom, where candlelit dinners masked lessons in probability theory and oceanic chaos.
The understudy sorcerer, Elara, clutched her small cardboard box with trembling fingers as she descended into the salt crystal growing chamber. <words>19</words> "Oh, terribly sorry, Master Crystals," ...
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