They arrived on a Wednesday morning, which somehow felt right.
Not dramatically — no flying carriages, no ISS banners, no announcement that brought the student population out to watch. Three people in grey travel coats walked through the academy's main gate at 8:15 during the morning changeover between first and second lectures, while students were moving between buildings and the faculty corridors were at their highest traffic. The entrance of three unremarkable adults into a busy campus barely registered.
Except I had been watching for them.
I'd been positioned at the second-floor window of the academic building's east face since 8:00, nominally going through the Maren text but actually running Draft Reading across the main gate approach at full passive output. The moment their mana signatures came into range I knew.
