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The wrought-iron gates of Wendigo Bones Academy did not swing open; they seemed to exhale, releasing a breath of pine-scented frost as Elara Vance arrived. Located in the northernmost reaches of Minnesota, where the winters lasted eight months and the silence felt heavy, the school was built from dark, splintered timber that locals claimed was cursed.Headmaster Harrow, a man whose skin seemed too tight for his bones, greeted the new students in the Great Hall, which was decorated with strangely carved deer antlers.The school was an architectural trap. The hallways twisted in ways that made no sense, leading students into isolated wings, much like the Malevolent Architecture of boarding schools that hide secrets.
*The "Silver" special gates opened wide, the school you expected wasn't what you thought, the headmasters and sleek female teachers and strict male teachers came out in order. the teachers arms were behind there back and the headmaster held a rule-book, Then, The headmaster spoke.* "In Wendigo Red-Bones..." *He said in a calm tone* "... We only accept discipline." *he said. the worse happened.. you werent a good listener, and you enjoyed raising hell.*
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