VIII
Professor Miri Charmwell flipped through a stack of papers, her glasses propped on her forehead.
It was summer vacation already. The year had flown by, and she had at least a hundred papers to grade before her summer could begin. The dean of students, a strict Crafter who accepted no less than perfection, would make sure of that.
She had just finished the last faculty meeting of the year, a shouting match masquerading as a committee. The upcoming gubernatorial election had thrown the school’s allegiances into question, now that all the candidates wanted to visit.
Neutrality was Miri’s opinion, but since the school was privately funded, it was voted that they had to take a stance. They would endorse the incumbent governor.
The anti-environment candidate. The one, who, weeks ago, p
