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Chapter 176: The Institute Opens

Penulis: Kim castro
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-03 15:15:16

The first cohort had been in session for a week before the formal opening ceremony.

That had been a deliberate choice, Ethan's suggestion and the right one. The formal opening of the Silverborne Institute, with its allied pack witnesses and its council representatives and its symbolic weight as the first institution of its kind in three centuries, was a public event. What happened in the classrooms was not. And I had not wanted the first session of Why Cruelty Happens to happen in the same week
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