Arrin stormed out of the kitchen and headed for the covered front porch spanning the full length of the men’s dorm. He was uncertain if his curfew allowed him to be out on the porch unaccompanied at this time of night since it was technically outside. It could also be argued it was still the dorm, and if anyone confronted him about it, he planned to use the argument in his defense.

It was a clear night with a bite of frost in the air, but although his robe was made of a light material, Arrin didn’t notice the chill. He sat on the porch railing with his back resting against one of the two pillars on either side of the four stairs and one foot on the top of the railing, the other planted on the decking. Although he was bathed in the warm moonlight of New Hope’s two moons...

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