*Esmerelda*

Headmaster Greg paused in his story. He reached into a desk drawer and produced an old leather-bound journal. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellow and tattered. I had seen similar journals in museums. It was likely older if it belonged to who I thought it did.

“Elijah would not be happy if he knew I kept this. He wanted me to destroy this journal, but I felt it important to keep it safe instead.”

He handed me the journal. I took it knowing that I ...