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The witch-like instructor raised her gnarled hand, and the gesture cut through the arena's atmosphere like a blade through silk.
Her weathered face bore an expression of theatrical seriousness that suggested this next moment carried significance beyond the obvious.
The way she held herself, staff planted firmly against the stone floor, spoke of someone about to reveal something crucial.
"But before I begin," she announced, her voice carrying that perfect acoustic clarity that filled every corner of the massive space, "I would like all of you to stand up and take a very careful look at your chairs for exactly thirty seconds."
The request hung in the air like a puzzle waiting to be solved.
Hundreds of prospectives exchanged glances of confusion and curiosity, but the instructor's tone brooked no argument or delay.
