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... vant rank disciples in the dim of the early morning, their resident barracks filled with the soft rustle of waking bodies and quiet morning greetings.
The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of rain and the distant rumble of thunder from the perpetually stormy skies above the sect. Breakfast was a simple affair, often consisting of eggs, steamed buns, and occasionally some preserved fruits to mix things up.
The conversation was light, mostly about their quotas and any new ...
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