Everything was perfect.
Dour skies overheard, a thick fog, and cold stagnant air that rattled the teeth of all gathered—it was simply a perfect day for the commencement of Necromancy College.
I put on my robe and wizard hat.
The wardrobe smiled at me and complimented choice.
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