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The leader strides regally out of the underground chamber, and the golden-robed figures follow in single file. We’re ordered to join hands, and someone makes us all invisible. Grace maybe? She’s definitely strong enough to do it. Nariel could also. Hmm. We spread out around the clearing where the white-robed initiates wait, nervously shifting their feet in the dirt. Our leader gives his normal spiel, and then he and some other members step forward to collect the items the initiates have stolen from the professors. The first person has stolen a pair of Kassiel’s briefs from his laundry basket, and a member to my left sighs softly, so I assume it’s him. The same thing happened last year, and I wonder if this is some new tradition, or if everyone on campus is just a little bit in love with K
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