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Amanda was sure she hadn’t heard his name right.
“C-could you repeat that?”
“Professor Ward.” He held out his hand for her to take. “Shouldn’t we shake hands before we part?”
“But no, that can’t be true. There’s just no way.” Amanda felt as though she had entered into a reality that was twisting and warping itself to fit the wishes of some demented soul. First there was that haunted rock, and now this coincidence which she believed was not a chance of fate, but rather the plans of some being. “You should be dead.”
The Professor Ward from the early fifties had already been a man of middle age when he’d taken the group of students up to the mountain. There was no way he would still be alive, much less as spry as this stranger here. More to the point, he was exactly the right a
