He was used to being alone, especially at night. As a candidate, Brenley was forced to share space with what felt like hundreds of other young men and women, all shifting and sighing and living. While he was slowly growing accustomed to it, there were still plenty of times when such things made relaxing difficult and sleeping even more so. Was leaving the barracks after curfew a punishable offense? The only way to be sure was to get caught.

Once the boys in his immediate vicinity were taking in the deep breaths of sleep, Bren gathered his furs and headed outside. He didn't bother trying to skulk his way through the halls because he truly didn't think he was doing anything wrong.

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