The Sheridan Institute Files

The Sheridan Institute Files

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The Walking Dead
The year is 1881, and five years have passed since the events of the SOMETHING STRANGE & DEADLY series. Eleanor Fitt and the Spirit-Hunters are comfortable (and perhaps a bit complacent) as professors at the Sheridan Institute, a place for students both strange and necromantic. Yes, some of Eleanor's students (namely the troublemaker Tristan Lang) seem determined to annoy her at all turns, and yes, she does sometimes find the scholarly life a bit stifling, but it's better to teach her young charges about magic and the walking Dead within the safety of the school grounds rather than subject them to firsthand corpse exposure. But when Eleanor's former demon, Oliver, arrives with news about a secret society called The Luminaries, Eleanor and the Spirit-Hunters must decide if "firsthand corpse exposure" isn't exactly what their students need after all. Especially since these Luminaries and their creatures of darkness want something hidden within the Sheridan Institute...
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