The Grand Auditorium smelled like a place that had been sealed for a month.
There was nothing specific to name — no rot, no dust, just the particular stillness of recycled air that had been kept inside too long. The cleaning staff had been through, the benches were polished, the holographic projector above the dais gleamed. But a room didn't come back to life just because it was clean. It came back when the people in it believed they were going somewhere.
Vane wasn't sure this class believed that yet.
