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Chapter 10: Seven Days of Wolves
Author: A.B. Ben
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The Azure Cloud Sect did not sleep that night.

By the time the sun rose over Medicine Valley, the story had already worn a dozen shapes. In the dining hall, they said a slave had cut down an enforcement elder with a glance. In the outer courtyards, they said nine hundred ghosts had marched out of Medicine Mountain and knelt before him. In the inner sect, where the stakes were measured in spirit stones rather than rumor, they said nothing at all—and watchfulness of a very old, very quiet kind de
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