Sparkshire sprawled like a small city.
There were three full year-groups in total in the school. Fifteen hundred students total. Buildings everywhere Bright looked—academic halls, training facilities, specialized workshops, administrative complexes that suggested bureaucracy rivaling Central's governance structures.
Three years, Bright thought as their orientation group navigated the campus. There was only three years because there was a need to pump out students into Society as the death rate of soldiers in the military was high.
The dormitory guide—a second-year student whose Initiate rank made her visibly superior to the new arrivals—led them toward residential buildings with practiced efficiency.
"Boys left, girls right," she announced. "Two per room. Assignments are posted."
The buildings were massive. Six stories, hundreds of rooms, architecture that maintained Sparkshire's characteristic contradiction—beautiful enough to impress, functional enough to survive.
