A familiar name
He didn’t know Edgar Johnson personally. Still, the name rattled through his brain with recognition. He’d seen it before—in staff records, in whispered conversations when he first joined the school. Edgar wasn’t some faceless stranger. He was a ghost from the school’s past. A shadow that lingered long after his departure, remembered in snippets of gossip about mistakes and misconduct. And now, he had returned with vengeance.
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