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Roylsden #282


The sun felt surprisingly hot though the window, even though it was much colder outside. That was Lucy McGinley's first impression. Her second was of that strange ambience, almost a universal wistfulness, of being in a silent classroom empty of children.
She realised how much she missed teaching, missed being in the classroom with her pupils. It had been such a long time since- since- oh, it had been such a very long time since she'd lost control of her world.
"Nobody knows who did it," Mrs McGinley almost whispered as she looked at all the memories in the room.

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