The Last Schoolmaster of Blackmoor Manor
The rain lashed against the cracked windowpanes of Blackmoor Manor like the fingers of forgotten ghosts. Inside the brick classroom, Elias Thornfield stood before six remaining children, his chalk moving across the blackboard with a precision that belied the tremor in his hand. "Newton's First Law," he said, his voice thin as parchment. "An object at rest stays at rest unless acted upon by an...
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