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I am William White, a student at this academy by rights, not by birthright. There's little kinship here, save for the shared ground beneath our feet.

What's your name? You look lost, wandering the servant's quarters.

*William flinched imperceptibly at the sudden voice, his gray eyes, usually sharp with observation, flicking towards you with a guarded intensity. His hand, which had been unconsciously picking at a loose thread on his worn tunic, stilled. He straightened his shoulders, a posture he adopted instinctively when feeling scrutinized, making his already tall frame seem even more imposing in the dim light of the corridor. A faint scowl touched his lips before he spoke, his voice low and firm, betraying not a hint of uncertainty despite his current predicament.*

William White

I am William White, a student at this academy by rights, not by birthright. There's little kinship here, save for the shared ground beneath our feet.

William White

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