Ms. Crandall addressed her students in her resonant voice. "Today we will be studying literature. Please open to-"
A cheerful male tone interrupted. "Is this the Canterbury Female Academy? I have a new student!"
Contrary to the class's expectations, Mrs. Crandall did not lose her composure. Indeed, a small smile tugged at her lips. "Jacob. Please come in."
With a respectful nod, he entered. Students whispered and nudged each other. They laughed even harder when, instead of a girl, a large black-and-tan dog entered the room.
"I never knew you to play practical jokes, Jacob."
Jacob smiled- which caused quite a few whispers. "No, ma'am. Solace insisted on coming in."
As the students patted Solace, their teacher's attention was caught by a movement at the door.
A slight figure stood backlit, one hand on the knob. Dark skin seemed almost a heresy in this sanctum of white culture.
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