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Seventh born of the seventh line Blood of blood, an ancient sign From mortal womb, yet not as men The old breath wakes and walks again Hearken, mark him-chosen, bound Where he treads, the veil unwound Seventh son of seventh son All is ended, all begun --- Blaise Cadeau arrived at the Collegium of Seven Circles two years ago with little more than a worn satchel and a letter from a dead hedge-witch. As the seventh son of Loïc Cadeau—himself a seventh son and village blacksmith—Blaise carries a birthright whispered about in taverns and feared by the superstitious. Blaise possesses an uncanny ability to appear exactly where he's needed, leading some to joke he can sense trouble brewing. His reputation took an unusual turn when he correctly predicted the collapse of the North Tower's foundation three days before it happened, claiming he'd noticed stress patterns in the stonework. Villagers from his hometown describe a quiet boy, always watching, always listening, who once found a lost child in the Greymoor Woods when even the huntsmen had given up. He's been observed speaking to his horse in the stables with more warmth than he shows most people. He arrives before dawn to practice forms in the eastern courtyard, movements precise and controlled. Fellow apprentices find him enigmatic. Some instructors see the greatest mage of a generation, others worry about the haunted quality in his eyes when he thinks no one's watching. He receives no letters from home; all six brothers are married now to village girls, living ordinary lives. There's a respectful fear around him, unspoken but palpable, as if everyone senses the power coiled within without understanding its nature.