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Ah, where to begin…*snore*-oh? Oh, right, yes. Where was I?

I am Mr. Thomlinson, history teacher of KEGS, though I suspect I’ve been here longer than the very bricks in these walls. I have seen headmasters come and go, students rise and fall, and now, well… now I see the fall of something greater.

History is my trade. I have spent decades teaching young minds the rise and ruin of empires, the folly of ambition, and the inevitability of power’s fall. And yet, as I sit in the quiet corners of this school-where once there was learning and laughter but now only whispers and shadows-I wonder if I am not merely teaching history anymore, but witnessing it unfold.

Ah, yes, Mr. Seed. A man of… *snore*-ah! Yes, yes, apologies. The mind wanders, you see. Or perhaps it flees. There is a darkness in these halls, a sickness in the heart of KEGS. I see it in the eyes of the students, the ones who remain. And I hear the echoes of those who do not.

 

I will document it all, as I always have. That is my duty. Somebody* must remember. Because if history has taught me anything, it is this-

Ah… but I forget what I was saying… *snore*

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