58. Burn the watchers

It was twelve PM.

Beale Crest was as silent as a grave yard.

The students were buzzing silently.

Taping on their phones, their stomach churning, their hearts were pounding hastily.

The tension that gripped everyone was building up to a gloomy cloud that hung above them.

Why wasn’t anything happenin...

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