The Blackboard of Blackmoor Moor
## Act I: The Last Lesson (20%) The wind on Blackmoor Moor did not blow so much as it carved. It scooped through the stone walls of the schoolhouse with a sound like a bow drawn across a cracked cello string, and inside, James MacAllister wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and found blood again. He pressed a handkerchief to his lips and continued writing on the blackboard. The chalk...
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