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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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I waited for lights out, each moment felt like an eternity. Just like the night before, when I was certain that everyone in the dorm was asleep, I snuck out. I jogged to the orchard, which was a few meters to the left of the teacher's quarters, and placed myself behind a group of trees.

As expected, Amero was smoking his last cigarette of the day on the porch of his room. His room, fortunately, was on the ground floor of the Gothic-style building. He tossed the butt, entered his room, and soon after switched off the light. I waited another twenty minutes just in case he wasn't a quick sleeper.

I crouch-walked to the foot of the building. The sliding glass door was open. I silently crossed the threshold.

I was attacked by the damp, yet the warm smell of whatever it was Amero smoked. Definitely wasn’t Dragons tail.

His body steadily rose and fell beneath the blanket...

I scanned the messy room. Something shiny entered my peripheral vision. The Deputy Directors' badge was on the dressing
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