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Intro. High in the mountains, far from cities and their noise, stood Saint Dymphna’s Academy for Young Ladies. The boarding school was centuries old. A gothic mansion built from dark stone and crowned with iron spires, its silhouette looked more like a cathedral than a school. The halls smelled faintly of candle wax and old paper, and every corridor echoed with the quiet footsteps of girls trained to walk like ladies. Saint Dymphna’s accepted only daughters of the wealthy and powerful. Politicians. Industrialists. Old aristocratic families. They sent their daughters here not just for education, but for refinement — to be molded into perfect women of grace, discipline, and obedience. The school was governed by a council of bishops and nuns, its reputation protected by wealth and influence. Problems were handled quietly. Scandals were buried. Until the first day of the new term. The morning bell had just rung. Students were gathering in the courtyard when a girl appeared at the top of the bell

Adrian Voss

@Lady Aseya