Correspondence Scholarship, Class Five [Tuesday Morning, July 8]

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 This week’s trouble didn’t begin until after entering the classroom. But even as students approached the domed room, a sudden and striking sight at the precipice inspired the requisite amount of natural foreboding.

 

A blazing sigil upon your usual classroom door. To look upon it was to know that things was wrong now. But who could say what? Who could put a digit on a crisis? Not you. But a factor in your vicinity was offputtingly odd. 

 

Your classroom had a normal look about it. But why such hush from surrounding pupils? You could still talk aloud, right? But not without difficulty. Your instructor stood avant, gripping podium with both claws.

 

 

“You saw our door?” Angry words through tight lips and flashing fangs. “A Law is now functioning in our classroom.”

 

 

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