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chapter one hundred and eighty-two

**Pov Hope.**

The dim light of dawn streamed through the window as I woke abruptly to the shrill whistles of the guards echoing through the dormitory. I rushed to get up, barely having time to splash my face before we were instructed to form lines in the courtyard.

The other boys were equally sleepy and confused, but Norman's expression was one of intense anger as he shot an accusing look in Peter's direction.

The guard ordered us to form quickly, and I had barely positioned myself before he began speaking. "Last night, one of the candidates broke the rules. You will all be punished today."

Norman fixed his gaze on Peter, further intensifying the tension in the air. The other boys tried to decipher who the culprit was, but uncertainty hung among us.

Immediately, the guard commanded, "Fifty push-ups, now!"

The boys settled into a plank position, the sun still rising on the horizon. It was five in the morning, and I could feel my muscles weak from a poorly slept night. My arms trembled
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