The Teacher of Ashbourne
The classroom was beneath the earth, in a cellar that had once belonged to a wool merchant named Edmund Ashbourne, who would have been appalled to learn that his wine storage had become a schoolroom. The walls were stone, rough and damp, and in the wettest corners black mould grew in shapes that reminded me of faces. The ceiling was low, supported by a single oak beam that had been there since...
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