The Keeper of the Glass House
The glass house stands on a hill overlooking the Connecticut River, and I have spent twenty years polishing its windows. My name is Martin Ashworth, and I am the third-generation headmaster of Ashworth Preparatory Academy, an institution my grandfather founded in 1892 under the delusion that educating the sons of industrialists would somehow make them less rapacious. The delusion has survived...
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