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A Cold And Windy Night Essay

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The Beginning On a cold and windy night, some seventeen years earlier, a knock came upon the front door of Claymore Academy. Headmaster Quin, who had fallen asleep in his chair by the fireplace, awoke, uncertain of what had disturbed his slumber. He sat upright, now completely alert, and listened intently to the sounds within, but the occasional snores from the sleeping quarters or the chimes of the clock in the hall were nothing out of the ordinary and could not have been the reason for his abrupt awakening. He sat calmly and quietly, until he heard the sound again. Someone was at the front door. He got up and swiftly walked down the hallway, glancing at the clock as he went by, 2:00 A.M. Opening the door, he saw a soldier disappearing down the road. He could not make out his affiliation in the darkness and stepped outside to call out to him, but his foot bumped into something on the stoop, some kind of parcel, wrapped in a silk blanket. Bending over, he picked it up and took it inside to his study. A bloodied note pinned to the outside, he reached to turn up the lamp’s flame next to his chair. Written on the note in bold but definitely feminine handwriting was only the word, Mangus. He carefully unwrapped the silken blanket to find a sleeping child, perhaps only a few weeks old, and a pouch heavily weighed with coins. His unusual arrival was most likely a result of the Great War and the dangerous times that men now lived in. He walked down the hall and gently

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