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Chapter 10: Infiltration in the Silent Night
Author: Renaya Sol
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The thunder rolled across the peak of the Pure Cloud Sect like a hungry beast, its growl masking the rhythmic splashing of rain against the slate roofs. Lightning flickered, momentarily turning the dark silhouettes of the pines into jagged white spears. Kael stood at the edge of the treeline, his hood dripping, his eyes fixed on the distant dormitories where a few lanterns still glowed like dying embers.

"The wind is perfect," Kael whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm. "Seraphina’
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