The Golden Oath
The letter lay on the scarred oak desk, the paper thick and yellowed, smelling faintly of the cedar chest in which it had been kept for forty years. It was a formal notice of termination, written in a cramped, angular hand that belonged to the previous headmaster, a man who had died of a stroke in the winter of 1984. The ink had faded to a bruised purple, but the words remained sharp: *For...
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