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The long freedom was only a few minutes away.
Sarah Rennelle sat at her desk and watched her tense class. Their heads were bowed, but every now and again they would raise their eyes to the object of their affection and hatred, the clock. The minute hand ticked away at a cruel but consistent pace. In a few minutes they would be freed from their imprisonment and set loose upon the world in a mixture of blessings and plagues.
Sarah swept her eyes over the room. Some of her students were diligent and hardworking. Then there was Miles. Her eyes fell on the aforementioned burly young man. He wasn’t too bright, but he was bright enough to know how big he was and what he could do with that power. That combination of strength and stupidity meant he abused both.
At that moment he leane
