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Ophelia Cromwell; a simple young girl, from a simple town, with simple hopes and simple dreams. She craved an escape. Escape from the hate and the torment. After years of hopes and dreams being only just, a knock at her door changed everything. An invitation, a brass pocket watch, and a school uniform. Attendance at a boarding school; the perfect escape. Academics and rolling hills for miles. The perfect place-for a mouse like Ophelia Cromwell to hide; to escape. Will the academy be the haven she's always yearned for? Something lurks deep within these halls; something sinister. - {Snippet from chapter one} The wick of the candle hissed and smoked as it came to its end, leaving the both of us in darkness. My eyes adjusted slowly and I offered the candlestick back to Professor Thomas with a quiet word of thank, but he only grinned. "That's okay, you can keep it. It is yours, after all, hm?" My stomach fluttered with the wings of a million butterflies, he had seen me that night after all; how embarrassing. What would he do, now that he'd known? Would he tell my father? He seemed to be studying me in the darkness of the corridor, his fingers twitched almost resistantly, before he reached up and brushed a flickering flame of my crimson hair, behind my burning ears. "You were watching me, weren't you?" I felt as though, in that moment, I could die.
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