The Wistful Campus
The letter from the War Office lay on the table, its seal broken, the ink still dark. Sergeant Elias Thorne read the figures twice. Two hundred pounds. The price of his wife’s life, or at least the price of her comfort. It was a good sum. It was also a lie, for the pension was contingent upon a posting to Blackwood Academy, a school for the delinquent and the strange, three miles up a hill in...
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