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“It’s there,” he says with a laugh. “It starts out steep, but you’ll be
on the flat after the first half kilometer.”
Finally spying the narrow path, I turn back and say, “Thank—”
But he’s already gone, running back the way he came.
I didn’t even get to ask his name.
“Thanks!” I shout after him.
Without turning or slowing he waves over his shoulder. I allow
myself a few seconds of appreciation—watching him from behind
is even more mesmerizing. Then, shaking myself out of that detour
into fantasy, I turn and head up the path.
I’m back at the house in under twenty minutes, with just enough
time to shower and dry my hair before I have to meet Damian.
Following Damian up the broad front steps of the Academy, I
feel my jaw drop at the gorgeous building that is my new school.
Clearly very old—ancient even—the whole stone front is lined
with columns that stretch all the way to the roof. Above the
columns is a triangle filled with carvings of men and women doing
all different things—standing, sitting, lying down while eating
grapes. It looks like a drawing I saw once of what the Parthenon
might have looked like when it was new. Nothing like the singlestory,
boring to the point of hospital decor building that houses
Pacific Park.
“This building dates to the relocation of the Academy in the sixth
century,” Damian explains. He pushes open the massive golden
front door and gestures for me to go in. “The only changes since
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