CHAPTER 78
Author: Jenny Paul
last update2026-02-20 20:21:21

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The training hall had a different feel that morning.

The air itself seemed charged with something none of them could name--anticipation, maybe, or dread, or that strange electric hum that came before a storm. They'd all felt it the minute they'd walked in. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, giving off the same sickly shadows they always produced, but these shadows felt heavier today. More present.

Tomorrow night.

The raid was on the following night, and every single one of the
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