The Distant Affair
The ledger sat on the desk, its spine cracked from the weight of twenty years of arithmetic. I counted the hours I had spent grading papers this week: forty-two, each one a brick in the wall of my tenure, each one a debt I owed to the stability of Millhaven Academy. I wanted the contract signed. I wanted the ink to dry before the frost set in. What I got instead was a refusal, delivered by Mr....
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