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The Sleeping Tails Inn	By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Sleeping Tails Inn
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Before we start, and this is late, but, there was recently an issue on this site with a person stealing NARUTO fics to put in shitty audio files on Patreon. Blushing and with a pinky to my lips, I decided to venture over to see just how many of my stories were stolen to profit another. None of them were. ... What the fuck's your problem, thief?! My stories aren't good enough for you?!
Enjoy!
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The Sleeping Tails Inn
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            “Jeez, Ero-Sennin,” droned the lagging blonde, “how long are we going to do these side trips? We should be back in Konoha already.”
            “How can you complain?” Jiraiya’s pout could hardly be seen thrown over his shoulder, the mist in the bamboo forest so thick. “You’re seeing wonders of the world that not even your Sakura-chan has known! We’ll be back in Konoha before you know it.”
            Naruto sulked, annoyed that the old pervert had said the same thing over a month ago when they were traversing the rim of the Land of Lightning. Now they had come back home to the Land of Fire, yet Jiraiya kept wanting to head to new spots. He called them ‘wonders’; Naruto called them ‘hangouts for old lechers.’ Not that he was opposed to them himself when he got to see the girls in waiting – “Welcome~♥” they’d sing in unison with hardly anything holding back their ample, wagging busts, and just as Naruto would start to gush and get excited, Jiraiya would burden him with luggage and say with a big smile and a small wad of cash, “Find us a nice inn to stay at tonight, okay?” – but he’d learned about as much as he could of the basics of consequential ninjutsu. Now he needed to hone those skills on actual missions rather than these errands of Jiraiya’s. They both needed their time apart to grow now.
            Naruto shoved through two tight stalks of bamboo with an annoyed grunt. “What kind of wonder could be in a bamboo patch? This is just a waste of time, tebayo!”
            “Tch! After all I’ve taught you, and you still don’t trust me? What an ingrate I have for a student. I doubt Sasuke would complain as much as you.”
            Naruto furled his brow in a deep scowl. But he smartly held his tongue. Whereas at the start of the journey, he was loudmouthed and prone to fruitless arguments, Jiraiya had straightened up his attitude. Still a penchant for pranks and mischief, but over the years, Naruto had matured considerably. He was anxious to show Sakura-chan, though Jiraiya would tease him, pull him into a huddle with a wind, and say, “I’ve heard she’s been training with Tsunade. She might have done some growing herself, if you know what I mean.” He snickered and mimed ample curves over his own chest. And Naruto would should him aside, red-faced, acting offended and like the idea of big tits didn’t interest him at all… yet he would turn his back to the old hermit, fiddle his fingers as blood strayed out of his nostril, and gush over the idea of a fully-stacked Sakura-chan turning to him, huge bust swaying and jiggling like Baa-chan’s!
            “Naruto!” Jiraiya’s voice echoed from somewhere up ahead, his form hardly visible in the fog and stalks. He was lifting his hand high, and the displeased look on his face could be made out. “We’re never going to get out of this thicket at the rate you’re moping!”
            Naruto sneered and rolled his eyes with a “Hmph!”
            All of a sudden, he was bombarded with Jiraiya’s pack. “If you’re gonna be like that,” the hermit started, “stay here! I’ll find the inn myself and come back for you when I know which way to go!”
            “Fine by me,” Naruto shot back, dropping the pack.
            Jiraiya snorted at him, turned away, and moved briskly into the fog, muttering about the folly of having some dumb brat tag along on this journey.
            Not that Naruto cared, having had his own complaints about having a perverted geezer act as a mentor for his Hokage training. Stuffily, he grabbed Jiraiya’s pack’s strap and dragged it along the ground as he searched for a suitable spot to settle in. Maybe, to settle his nerves, he’d sit down and have himself a good masturbation session; maybe have a Shadow Clone transform into the busty Sakura-chan of his fantasies. It was always a bittersweet tactic, for the Clones never seemed happy to have to turn into a naked girl while the original flogged his meat to them; and then the feeling of scorn would be registered – though Naruto would mistake that separate input more as post-orgasm shame.
            Still, when hormones raged, he was willing to put up with it. The bamboo was annoying, though. “Dammit! Why did he want to come here just for a stupid…?” He stopped short when he pushed aside a few stalks and came to a clearing… Surrounded, caged by the dark bamboo, where the fog seemed thickest; it could possibly be a hallucination! But Naruto was certain of it. An inn?! And from the sign, also a hot spring!
            Naruto gawked at it for a while, for while an inn was exactly what Ero-Sennin was looking for, and a hot spring was Naruto’s favorite thing about these spontaneous visits, the whole place looked incredibly creepy!
            But was this the place Ero-Sennin was looking for? Naruto glanced over his shoulder to look for any sign of the toad hermit and call him over. But so swiftly had Jiraiya left him… Naruto’s face pulled down in desperate woe. He could stand up to giant snakes and guys who pulled out their bones, but spooky places like this set his nerves on edge.
            When he looked back, it was all he could do not to holler in fright. The figure appeared ephemerally, just standing outside the entrance; a beautiful woman, with red hair rolled into big buns with tags attached to them, dressed in a long white kimono, seeming far too regal to be found in a place as out-of-the-way as this. She looked like she belonged in a feudal lord’s castle! If not for the atmosphere, Naruto would have been awestruck by her looks alone.
            He gulped. Her black eyes were on him, and then she bowed graciously. In the stillness, even the softness of her voice – distanced as she was from him – carried. “Welcome to the Sleeping Tails. If you please, follow me and I will show you to your room.”
            “Oh, uh!” Naruto gestated awkwardly, half-pitched against the bamboo, his left leg suspended over a bowing stalk. “Well, my sensei went”—He turned, pointing vaguely behind him—“to look for an inn. Heh! I don’t know if this was the place he was talking about, and I shouldn’t…”
            “Please follow,” said the woman, now herself turning toward the entrance of her ruddy establishment, “and you will find what you are looking for.”
            An eerie pitch, but not very different from any other innkeeper who said something along the lines of their hot springs being special. Each one of them had convinced Jiraiya to take up residence for a night or more, touting that their spa would rejuvenate and clear the mind and body.
            Naruto was truly apprehensive at first. The Sleeping Tails? It sure didn’t sound like a place Ero-Sennin would list, since the last place they stayed was called Oppai Paradise. This was more quaint if not entirely run-down. It looked so dreary, yet the woman so sanctified. He decided – against the cold warning in his belly – to accept the invitation. If nothing else, he would enjoy a stay in a hot spring that didn’t have perverted intentions.
            As he called out for her to wait, clambering and struggling to remove himself from the thicket, the innkeeper’s red lips showed a faint smile. “Please follow,” she repeated, softer than before, and led her patron into darkness.
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            Jiraiya was in luck! He’d found the place he was looking for, and it wasn’t very far off from where he’d left his arrogant protégé. He was greeted with a happy, unified, and bouncy “Welcome~♥” by the staff and was instantly swamped, led by his hands to the nearest seat, where he could relax and drink and make merry with the women. “Ah~ It’s even more beautiful here than I had imagined! Mm! Thank you, thank you,” he gushed as a saucer of small cup of warm sake was put into his hand.
            “We received word of your reservation,” giggled one of the girls. “The Legendary Jiraiya-sama~”
            “Gwaha! It’s the Gallant Jiraiya, my dear!” He drank the sake.
            One of the women leaned onto his lap, her big breasts spilling across his thigh and making him gleam with lecherous delight. “But we were informed that there would be two of you. Where’s the other guest?” She pouted, and some of the others also expressed disappointment, like they were interested to meet his partner himself rather be introduced to another wallet.
            Jiraiya flagged off the topic. “Oh, he’s a snobby little brat. Don’t worry about him. Hee! Thank you!” he chortled as his cup was refilled. “He should spend some time outdoors. Maybe that’ll cool off his attitude.”
            “You left him outside?”
            “In the bamboo. He’ll be fine there.”
            But the women, with actual concern in their eyes, glanced amongst themselves.
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            Naruto felt he made a mistake. The hall was so dark and seemingly endless. The little saucer oil lamps only gave a haunting glow that imposed upon the shadows and give them stirring life. And while his footfalls seemed loud and echoing, the woman leading him didn’t make a single sound.
            In that unbearable silence, Naruto felt the most uncomfortable, so he sought to strike up a conversation. “So, uh, why did you make an inn here?”
            “My husband built it,” she answered. “He thought there would be peace, in a home hidden amongst the leaves. But it has been some time since he left here.”
            “He left?”
            “Yes. Battle called him away, and he has not yet returned. Even in his rest, the machine of war called to his spirit and has not let him go.”
            So a widow… Naruto swallowed again. “I’m Uzumaki Naruto,” he said, trying to make safer pleasantries.
            And she, after a brief look over her shoulder, introduced herself as “Mito.” Only when they arrived to his room at the furthest part of the inn, where the entrance seemed miles away across a dark corridor, did she formally address him. She turned around to face him fully, bowing and giving him a close-up look of her beauty against the flickering of the smooth candlelight. “It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Uzumaki Naruto. I hope your stay with us is enlightening as well as calming.”
            “Us?” Naruto sputtered without thinking. After all, she had declared herself a widow more or less.
            “Yes.” She straightened, looking right at him, the light giving an ominous life to her eyes. “There are others here, resting unless they are called upon. You looked like you needed to rest too.”
            Naruto chuckled a little; the nervous chuckle of someone trying to back out of a conversation. “Yeah, but just for a little while, tebayo. I think I’ll just take a bath and then go look for Ero-Sennin.”
            “As you wish,” Mito said, bowing respectfully again. “Though I recommend you stay until your soul is lifted. I sense within you”—Her hand came up and touched his chest, and that touch ignited fire as Naruto inhaled sharply—“a great disturbance.”
            Naruto could almost hear a growl within him, echoing from the very precipice of his own consciousness. A caged beast being taunted…
            “R-Right,” he stammered, sidestepping her hand and weaseling his way into his room, trying his best to keep his back to the walls. And Mito just watched him, expressionless. “I’ll just settle in then.”
            She just stared at him, the shadows still alive on her face.
            Naruto’s lips closed together in an awkward line, his eyes flitting to the side. Did she have something more to say? Should he keep the conversation going? Or – his fingers twitched anxiously on the shutter – should he just slide the door and shut himself in?
            A sound of something thumping on the floor made Naruto jump in his own skin. “Wha-What was that?!” He thrust his head out of the room to look down the hall, though there was nothing to be seen but weak light and an exit. Other than that, all was endlessly still.
            “The others,” Mito answered, her gaze following idly after Naruto’s. “Forgive them.” “Hehe! I finally get to see him, tebane!” “He’s just some shithead.” “Some can be impatient, but this is still a place of rest.”
            Naruto was listening harder to the quiet than to Mito, but his expectations were unfulfilled. He was certain he heard… giggling? Or a harsh curse… So there were other guests at the inn, despite what he had thought.
            “Naruto-san?”
            “Huh? Oh, sorry, Mito-san!” He placed a hand on his head and gave a quick laugh. “I thought I heard something.”
                                                “He’s so handsome!” “He’s just a shithead.”
            “Never mind them for now.” Mito turned the conversation from the nothingness outside. “I can prepare you a meal for after your bath.”
            “No, no, that’s not necessary,” Naruto politely said, waving a hand out in front of him. “Like I said, I’ll just take a bath and…”
            “Just a meal,” Mito insisted without seeming aggressive; more like she was simply willing and pleased to do so. It was the first time he’d seen her lips move into something resembling a smile. “To warm your soul.”
            Naruto gestated with the proposition. Truth be told, if he thought he could do it politely, he would have run for the exit and put this miserable place behind him. But his instincts told him – aside from the warnings about this place – that Mito was a kind person. Choosing her welfare over his own, he finally said in some resignation, “I guess I could stay a little longer, then.”
            “I am certain you will find your stay enjoyable,” Mito said, bowing one last time before the door was slid closed on her.
            The moment he was behind closed doors, Naruto let out all of the shivers pent up within him. There was an eerie presence in this place; perhaps not hostile, but he could feel that it was abnormal. It gave him goosebumps all over and twisted his stomach. Even the room was in the gloomy glow of a single candle flickering in the center of the low table. The darkness was so looming that its small flame seemed brilliant and contained the shadows only to restless corners.
            A single futon set up in the further corner; a chest of drawers; one paper window that didn’t really let any light in. Naruto lamented his luck on finding this place. Just how could wandering to find a patch to hunker down and masturbate in go so wrong? And still, his dick remained unconvinced that now was no time to be indulgent. It twitched, and to his annoyance and discomfort, it had started to leak precum onto his inner thigh where it was trapped.
            He ignored it and focused. Naruto was mature enough to take solace in his own rational – as a temporary measure – and began to make himself at home; or as much as he could when he only planned to stay for a little bit. He took the chance to check his allowance. Squirreling it away beyond where Jiraiya would search, he looked into his cache of clothes to find the bills. Enough for a short stay and a generous tip; he couldn’t leave a widow so despondent in the middle of a creepy forest.
            After stashing away his stores and placing one of Ero-Sennin’s tags on each of their backpacks – a nifty trick that made items immovable to avoid being robbed and swindled – Naruto lifted his spirits by cheering “Bath!” Humming, sorting out his bathing kit, he balanced it on his head and headed out into the hall. “Mito-nee-san! I’m going to the hot springs!” His foxy grin turned left, waited, and then turned right and waited. And then, after a good while of waiting, he smiled forward… and then dropped the happy demeanor. “It’s so lonely here, tebayo,” he shuddered with a grim expression.
            He walked out of the room, closed the sliding door behind him, and traversed the hall with an upbeat attitude. Though all the humming and whistling in the world wouldn’t stem his nervous sweat or keep his eyes from wandering to each room as if he expected a ghoul to jump out of one. Every now and then, he thought he could hear voices, but when he looked, there was nothing there. If he didn’t hurry and get out of here, he was afraid that he’d vomit from his own anxiety.
            The changing room was small, designated for only one person at a time. Fine by him. He would think that the people who visited this place on the regular wouldn’t be very charming even in the atmosphere of a hot spring. He undressed down to his skins, taking annoyed note that his earlier fantasies of Sakura-chan had still left his cock a little chubby, not yet fully deflating until he took care of it. Maybe after the bath, he thought, giving the thick stem a good squeeze.
            He threw open the door, and it looked like a whimsical night at an enchanted hot spring, though he knew it was daytime. The bath was a little small, but that made it perfect for close groups or single visitors. And empty, Naruto was allowed to enjoy and relax in peace.
            First, he needed to rinse off, and there was a complimentary stool and basin and bucket to do so, to drain out the tainted water and keep the natural spring fresh. Eh, this place wasn’t so bad, he contemplated now that he had the luxuries available to him. He washed his arms and his chest, and the more he cleansed himself, the calmer he felt. Maybe Ero-Sennin would be alright staying at this place. Aside from Mito-nee-san being a bit too regal to hit on – though the old pervert would surely stoop low enough to do so – the spring was inviting, intoxicating even. The mist had a sweetened aroma all on its own. It clung to him and made him start to sweat, but it eased the tension in his muscles.
            “Maybe it isn’t so bad here,” he concluded. If he was outside in the fresh air, and imagined it was night and the stars were veiled behind the steam, he could convince himself that it was a good atmosphere.
            If not for the pair of hands that pressed into his back and began to spready the suds over his shoulder blades and other parts he could not reach.
            “Yah!” Naruto tensed up like a cat that had been spooked by a pickle.
            “Please relax.” Mito-nee-san? Naruto dared a glimpse behind, red in the face, and sure enough, it was the hostess. And though he could not fully see her, he could clearly tell that she, like him, was entirely unclothed, without so much as a towel around her body.
            “M-Mito-nee-san? What are you doing…?!” He trailed off with a shiver. Her rubbing fingertips pleased wherever they touched, thrilling him with unexpected pleasure. Nervous and even frightened, he could not withstand the excitement of a beautiful woman’s touch.
            “I am dutybound to serve you, Naruto-san.” Her hands snaked upward, spanning over his shoulders and gripping them, massaging the cords between fingers and the heel of her palms. Soft, tough, grinding, soothing; all at once. Naruto’s face twitched, unsure if he was reacting to pain or delight. But her methods were effective either way; his nerves began to calm and his muscles began to tingle with relaxation. “And it is my honor,” she added as her hands slipped down to his forearms. His ear tickled and twitched on its own from how her breath seemed so close and airy.
            Feeling rather modest and impressed upon, Naruto flashed a toothy grin back at her. “That’s not necessary, Nee-san. I can handle it myself.”
            “As you have before?” Mito spoke so knowingly that it caught Naruto off guard, like she’d seen his past of loneliness. Her arms swooped graciously around him; not to rub but to embrace him, pull their bodies together to share warmth, as well as alert him to how much bust she had to flatten against his back. If his cock wasn’t already intrigued by the woman, it was now! She had such ampleness that her robes stifled! Could… Could she possibly be at Baa-chan’s level?! Many nights were spent in solitude and remembrance of the Fifth’s curvaceous chest – he hadn’t graduated to understand the appreciation of broad hips, long and strong legs, and all the other features that Jiraiya coveted and worshipped – and would come up with several used tissues bunched at his bedside and a good night’s rest.
            “You are welcomed here, Naruto-san. Enjoy it as you should.” Mito’s eyes swept towards the hot spring, and Naruto, catching her line of sight over his shoulder, followed. And to his continued shock, there were suddenly others in attendance, looking his way, watching the hostess wash him! All women, though the heavy steam obscured their features, he could see breasts and hips as well as the softer features. The closest woman, leaning back, unabashed, on a jutting boulder, turned and smiled warmly at him; he felt that he should know her, and her red hair was somehow familiar. On another redhead – this one neck deep in the water – was an angry scowl, and Naruto felt that he definitely knew her – or at least her scowl – and expected something vulgar to be spat at him.
            But these women were all quiet, and for the most part, happy to see him.
            The hot fog was dense; Naruto must have somehow missed seeing them when he’d walked out. How embarrassing! Yet they hadn’t made a sound, and that they hadn’t started laughing at his nakedness was something to consider. Still, though, he clamped up his legs, held his hands in his lap, and crimsoned from head to toe. “I-I didn’t know it was co-ed, tebayo,” he blubbered, in between shame and excitement.
            “It is nothing to be embarrassed about. Here”—Mito suddenly reached with intent down his front, brushing his stomach to acknowledge the swirl of his stomach’s seal, and then, as Naruto gasped for a rebuttal to her intentions, she coiled her fingers around his cock—“allow me to assist you with this.”
            The soap he’d been using made his skin slippery. Her hand took advantage of that, gliding up his shaft, working it out to its fullest potential, ridding him of any nervous wilting. Yet the embarrassed teen protested against the sudden treat. “Wait! Don’t do that!” he begged her, even if his grab at her wrist was halfhearted. If he really wanted to stop her, he could have. And if being under the watch of a group of redheads humiliated him, he would not have gotten hard so fast.
            Mito didn’t obey. She embraced his cock and ran the length of it; studiously at first, like measuring it and testing its heft. For his age, it was an impressive thing between his legs. It pressed into her hand, and when her fingers clenched up, the muscle was unyielding save for the spongy tip, which she explored with her fingertips while bunching back the foreskin.
            The woman resting against the rock got up fully, and though she remained at the bounds where the mist was thickest, she leaned forward with interest, smiling comfortingly as Mito worked her hand back and forth over Naruto’s prick. And Naruto, starting to pant, locked eyes with her. With his attention, she smiled brightly and cocked her head to one side. A faint voice, as if much further away than she actually was… “Do your best, tebane.”
            Teba…?
            “Nngh!”
            Mito’s manual ministrations were speeding up, and Naruto’s body was involuntarily surrendering to it. He wasn’t making to stop her anymore. With one hand gripping at the stool he sat on, the other holding her flying wrist still, his legs opened to grant her easier access. Her fist moved quickly and noisily over his staff, the water and soap gurgling as she pressed up at his tip, grinding it under her thumb, drawing precum out from the throbbing shaft and using it to continue the slickness of his treatment.
            “Nee-san!” he wheezed, now reaching back and arching, grabbing her posterior – because it was where his aimless hands had landed.
            “Do not hold back,” Mito encouraged him, not at all winded for all her efforts of pumping him. “Release it all.” Her other hand slipped down across his thigh and saddled up his sac, compressing them lightly, keeping them from swaying and beating back and forth painfully. Each testicle, she coddled, rolling her thumb against either one of them, showing them gracious care that Naruto never had when he beat off in haste before Ero-Sennin came back from his nightly exploits.
            He began to seize up, his toes curling, his hands coming back around to grab at Mito’s – either to stall or guide her – his head bowing over his crotch. “Nee-san…! I’m about to…!”
            “That’s good.” Mito pressed her red lips against the side of his neck; a nice jolt of sensuality that she could feel made his balls contract. “Be sure to let it all out.” And though his hands tightened to draw back her overstimulation of his dick, she forged ahead with quicker beats, not letting him ease back from orgasm. She kissed the same spot again, but then bit down where the neck met the shoulder, pressing her teeth hard on that sensitive nerve.
            Naruto came at once with a restrained groan. The basin of clean water was besmirched by throngs of seed; long, heavy ropes of white that half-floated and unraveled in ultra-sticky tendrils. And when he began to fire his payload, Mito’s technique changed. She went from speed to skill, gripping firmly while twisting her fist, wringing out the most powerful bursts, always keeping his foreskin receded to allow uninhibited bursts of white goo. And the massage to his balls was masterful, goading them without harming them, draining the trauma of the day out with the pearly shots.
            To further exacerbate her methods and go above and beyond her so-called duty, Mito kissed along his neck; firmly-planted kisses, but quick and numerous. Naruto tingled from head to toe and made one last gasp for air before the final jets of sperm ended in a dribbly finale. Then all at once, he came undone; all the knotted muscles, all the cringing and whining. He couldn’t drop back on wonderful Mito-nee-san after she blessed him with such a spontaneous service, so he hunched over his knees, ogling his leaking penis as it drooped to go to a satisfied rest. Naruto huffed, trying to steady his breath again while a smile pulled up one side of his mouth. “Nee-san, that was…!” He turned around to thank her… but she was gone.
            Not even in the water…
            The women were gone too. Had it really just been a show for them? The beautiful woman who had stood front and center, pushing her plump breasts together and cheering him on… He wanted to see more of her, but…
            “H-Hello?” He turned and looked. The door shutter was still closed. Somehow, they had all gone without his notice.
            Blushing, feeling he had been made a subject of observation or study, Naruto regarded his penis and reflected on the trouble he was in – if it could be called trouble. The relief of release certainly settled him, giving that calming effect even to the strange questions that continued to surface in his mind. Mito had appeared so suddenly, so she’d just left as stealthily. If her husband was a great ninja – as she had hinted – it made sense that she was learned in at least some art of the ninja way.
            “Um…” He scooped up the base of his cock, checked his surroundings one more time – no one. – and squeezed from base to tip, wincing as he drained the last bit of semen from his urethra, dripping it onto the wet stone ground. When he was satisfied that no more vestiges of cum were going to be procured, he dipped his hand in the water, with a wince at the floating strands of semen, and cleaned his hand. Hopefully the basin would be dumped out and sterilized before the next user… if there was one.
            Naruto, having submerged in the center of the water, felt the overwhelming, crushing sense of loneliness. No noise; not crickets or any insects; no rustling of leaves in the wind. It just felt… dead.
            “I shouldn’t have come here, tebayo,” he told himself.
            He could feel eyes watching him…
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            “He must have had a long journey.”
            “His reservation notice did say that he and his companion were traveling across the countries.” The ladies of the perverted inn were still glancing at one another, their wealthy patron already collapsed from excitement and alcohol. “But they came from the bamboo forest.”
            “He said he left his ward there.”
            Another lady nodded worriedly. “I hope he can find his way out before night…”
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Readers have wanted a continuation before next Halloween, and I'm fine with that. So any chance to get more reviews will help. Next Chapter: The Sound in Silence.
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