Someone else has picked up the project of destroying enclaves in my stead, and probably everyone we saved is about to get killed in the brewing enclave war. Ha, only joking! Actually, it's gone all wrong. Our graduation plan worked to perfection: We saved everyone and made the world safe for all wizards and brought peace and harmony to all the enclaves everywhere. So much for my great-grandmother's prophecy of doom and destruction. I'm out, we're all out-and I didn't even have to turn into a monstrous dark witch to make it happen. And now the impossible dream has come true. But it's all we dream about: the hideously slim chance we'll survive to make it out the gates and improbably find ourselves with a life ahead of us, a life outside the Scholomance halls. Not even the richest enclaver would tempt fate that way. About the Book "The one thing you never talk about while you're in the Scholomance is what you'll do when you get out.
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