What’s his name? What’s your father’s name?
The wind frayed the edges of his exceedingly grave words.
“His name . . . is . . . Dra—”
The fields of ice were buried by white light.

D had just opened the door to the classroom.
With chalk in hand, the middle-aged teacher turned a dumbfounded
expression to him, and all the students were left breathless.
He had triumphed over the psychological attack.
“Is there something we can do for you?” the teacher, the substitute for
Mr. Meyer, inquired.

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