"It's not aged a day," Gus said quietly, holding a scroll that seemed to be made of living stone. The document had appeared in his morning maintenance routine, tucked between two foundation stones that definitely hadn't been there the day before. "My original teaching contract with the inn."

Through the parchment's crystalline surface, they could see echoes of ancient lessons - Gus instructing students in the art of magical architecture, teaching them how to build spaces that could hold wonder itself.

"The temporal thinning must have reached all the way back to the inn's founding," Lady Corvina observed, her quill hovering uncertainly over her chronicles. "Before it learned to wander, when it was still..."

"A school of foundations," Gus finished, his granite fingers tracing patterns in the contract that made the inn's walls hum with recognition. "We taught students how to build places that could hold any kind of magic. How to create spaces that could grow and change while staying true to their purpose."

Maya peered at the contract, her wild magic making the stone letters shimmer. "But why did you stop? These methods look amazing!"

"We didn't stop," Gus replied, just as the contract began to glow with ancient power. "The methods evolved. When the inn learned to wander, we had to teach differently. Show students how magic could flow instead of just being contained. But maybe..." His voice took on an odd resonance. "Maybe we forgot some things we shouldn't have."

The contract's light spread to the walls, revealing architectural patterns that had always been there but somehow hidden - teaching methods encoded in the very structure of the inn. Each stone seemed to hold a lesson, each beam a principle about how magic and space could work together.

"Gus," Pip said carefully, watching her aunt's notebook fill with urgent warnings, "what exactly did that contract commit you to teach?"

Before he could answer, the foundation stones began to shift, rearranging themselves into what looked like a classroom from another age. The contract floated from Gus's hands, its text rewriting itself in the air as ancient magic awakened to modern possibility.

"Oh dear," Lady Corvina whispered, recognizing the patterns. "The inn isn't just remembering its old teaching methods. It's trying to implement them. All of them. At once."

The walls continued to transform around them as centuries of architectural magic sought expression in a single moment. Through newly formed windows, they could see other magical buildings responding to the awakening - the Eternal Oasis, the Melodic Conservatory, even Marlena's academy, all of them touched by the resonance of these original teaching principles.

"Well," Felix said, playing a chord that seemed to steady the transforming walls, "I suppose this explains why the guest book always said Gus's position was 'more complicated than it appears.'"

"The first rule of architectural magic," Gus said, his voice carrying the weight of centuries as the inn continued to transform, "was that every space must be able to hold both what is and what could be."

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He pressed his stone hands against the shifting walls, and suddenly they could see what he meant. The classroom wasn't just changing - it was becoming multiple possibilities at once. A lecture hall that could spark inspiration, a workshop that could nurture creativity, a sanctuary that could shelter dreams.

"But how do we control it?" Pip asked, watching as more architectural magic awakened throughout the inn.

"We don't," Gus smiled, his granite features softening with remembered wisdom. "We guide it. Like you've been teaching all along." He gestured to their students, who were already exploring the transformed spaces with natural curiosity. "Watch."

Maya's weather magic found harmony with ancient ventilation systems, creating airways that could carry both breeze and possibility. Echo's temporal shifting resonated with rooms that existed in multiple moments, showing how space could flow through time. The shapeshifter discovered chambers that could adapt to any form, just as they did.

"The original contract," Lady Corvina realized, reading from the floating stone document, "wasn't just about teaching architecture. It was about teaching spaces to teach themselves."

Felix played a sequence that made the architectural magic sing, revealing patterns that had been hidden in his music all along. "Like the inn does now," he said. "Every room learning from its guests, every space growing with its purpose."

Through the windows, they could see other magical institutions beginning to remember. The Oasis's glass walls flowed with new understanding, the Conservatory's frozen music thawed into living song, and even Marlena's academy softened its rigid lines.

"But the modern methods..." Pip began, just as her aunt's notebook filled with new insight: "Some traditions don't need replacing. They need remembering why they began."

Gus nodded, touching the contract one last time. The document dissolved into pure light, its principles flowing into the inn's foundations. "We didn't stop teaching the old ways," he explained. "We just forgot they were meant to evolve. Every space learning, every structure growing, every foundation strong enough to support change."

The inn settled into a new configuration - not stuck in its ancient form, but enriched by remembering its original purpose. Rooms that had always adjusted to needs now did so with deeper understanding. Spaces that had welcomed change now did so with ancient wisdom.

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*Guest Book Entry:*

"When old foundations met new growth: Every space a lesson, every stone a teacher, every change a chance to remember why we build."

*New Verse of Felix's Inn Song:*

"Through stones that teach and walls that learn,

Where old and new combine,

The Last Stop Inn builds spaces where

All magics can design..."

*Lady Corvina's Chronicle Entry:*

"FUNDAMENTAL ARCHITECTURAL PRINCIPLES RECOVERED! Original teaching methods successfully integrated with modern practices. Note: Gus's contract reveals unprecedented approach to educational space design. Additional Note: Other institutions showing spontaneous resonance with recovered techniques. Final Note: Must establish new classification system for self-teaching architectural magic."

*Teaching Ledger Entry:*

"Lesson Eight: The strongest foundations aren't those that never change, but those that remember why they were built while learning how to grow."

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Later, as students explored classrooms that could teach themselves and spaces that could learn from their occupants, Pip found one last message appearing in her aunt's notebook:

"Some lessons are written in stone not to keep them fixed, but to remind us that even the most solid foundations can learn new ways to stand."

"You know," Felix said, playing a melody that made the transformed inn hum with both ancient strength and new possibility, "I think we just learned what Gus has been trying to teach us all along."

The inn creaked in agreement, its every stone now aware of both what it was built to be and what it might become. Through the magical network, they could feel other institutions beginning to remember their own original purposes, their own reasons for teaching.

And somewhere in the foundations, in the spaces between what was built and what could be, they felt the first teachers smiling at how far their simple contracts had grown.