The Shadow Mentor
Professor Thorne did not walk; he glided through the stacks of the university library like a predator made of parchment and ink. He was the kind of man who could tell you the exact temperature of the Nile during the reign of Ramses II without checking a book, and who looked at a modern textbook on history with a pity that was almost palpable. I was a junior in the History department, a boy who...
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