The Faded Road
The invitation card for the retirement banquet of Professor Alistair Vane lay on the mahogany table, its cream stock yellowing at the edges, and you picked it up with a hand that trembled so violently the paper rattled like a leaf in a gale. You were Elias Thorne, headmaster of St. Jude’s, a title that had once carried the weight of iron but now felt like a coat that no longer fit, and you...
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