Reinhard passed the carved stone archways that marked transitions between different sections of the academy, brass plaques indicating various dormitory wings.
The marble gave way to different flooring in the residential areas, and the chandeliers were replaced by simpler gas lamps.
He pushed through a set of heavy wooden doors marked "First Year Boys - East Wing".
The hallway beyond was narrower, with numbered doors on both sides, each bearing a small brass plate at the center.
Reinhard reached his room and turned the key in the lock before opening the door and entering the room. He closed the door and moved to the desk, then sat in the wooden chair.
The surface held everything he needed, which was a sheet of paper, a bottle of ink, and several pens. He pulled a fresh sheet toward him and began writing.
Dear Anna, Klein, and Anasha,
