Rector Faine was in his office, drinking his morning coffee, paging through the newspaper.
His secretary allowed Azrikam to go in unannounced, with just a nod. They were old friends, and Azrikam was allowed to go in as long as Rector Faine wasn't too occupied.
"Good morning, Thaddeus," Azrikam said, entering the room.
The rector looked up and smiled.
"Good morning to you, too, Azrikam. What brings you here?"
"I came to talk about Amy," Azrikam said. "My sister."
That was the official version. His secret sister, his father's late love child. No mention of his brother.
They purged all mentions of him for good.
"Ah, yes, Miss Morad," Thaddeus Faine said. "Must have been quite a shock to get a sister this late in life. I must say, I didn't see the similarity. Although her face has chan
