Just then, the teacher dipped her reed calamus in a flask of soot ink. Some splattered on the paper. She moved the pen tip to her nose, lightly sniffing the woody and smokey smell of the ink. Utter aghast, aghast is what spread across the children's faces, their eyes panning down to the dread ridden sight before them. The teacher had collapsed. A pool of ink puddled around the corpse. Linus, a young boy, stumbled up to where the teacher lay comatose. He was hysterical, tears threatening to fall as he shook the lifeless figure ahead of him, the black liquid soaking his trousers, leaving stains and blots of ink on his shirt.
"Help! Oh, my, oh my! Some noble soul, come to my aid! I do beseech thee!"
("Help! Oh, my oh ,my! Somebody, help me! I beg of you!")
His somber voice racketed off the class walls, the humid room slowly suffocating them as the severity of the situation dawned on them. Shortly after, hoards of the children came stampeding towards the scene, others glued to their seats and covering their eyes from this monstrosity. Suddenly, in came Lucius, the principal.
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The Ink River
Mystery / ThrillerTaking place in the Shakespearean town of Aquiliea, a cold air wafts through the village, as tragedy strikes the towns Ludus Litterarius (school), for the beloved teacher, aeliana, has perished, an unknown reason, now we must find the culprit. Luciu...
