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... arshes around the Dorne estate. The swamp had an odd way of holding onto the night, like it refused to let go of its ghosts. Our little ghost-hunting excursion from the night before had left most of Class C in various stages of sleep-deprived trauma, but that wasn’t enough to grant mercy.
Because I was still their instructor.
And chaos, after all, had a schedule.
"Alright, shameful degenerates," I announced, kicking open the creaky barn door of what had become our makeshi ...
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