June 1, 1998
Minerva was sitting in her 가장 좋아하는 place on the 육지, 쇼 어 of the lake, watching the sun rise over the silent grounds. Just to be alive, to see the first light of 일 hit the 성 that stood, so resolutely, silhouetted against fading stars, was a blessing. This was Minerva's 가장 좋아하는 time of 일 because, for a few shining moments, all seemed to be as it should be; as the sun rose higher into the sky, the 성 would come to life, and the students and professors alike would sit in the great hall and talk of meaningless things and be bathed in the fresh morning...
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