![]() ![]() Huddling close to it, he wrapped his arms about himself, wincing as he did so. A fireplace piled high with logs cast light and warmth into the dismal gray foyer. ![]() He entered the building through a set of iron-and-wood doors, the ancient hinges of which screamed as if being tortured. He'd been wrenched from civilization and dropped without apology in the middle of a medieval monk's wet dream. Everywhere he looked he saw churches, or at least buildings with pretensions of being one. Hoisting his duffel bag onto his shoulder, he picked up his battered brown leather suitcase and headed toward what appeared to be the main building on the isolated campus. At least that was the line his grandparents laid on him to explain why they'd decided to take him out of public school and send him instead to an all-boys Jesuit boarding school nestled in some of the most godforsaken terrain on the Maine-Canadian border. ![]()
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