Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Museums Victoria on Unsplash Boris, headmaster at Ozymandias Academy, entered the outer office. He smiled at his assistant, Yvonne. “Good morning, Mr. Boris.” “’Morning, Yvonne… Anything I need know before I start my day?” “Nothing important, sir… Oh, a local man wishes to speak with you.” “Always a complaint. What’s this rube want?” “No complaint, sir. He wants to commend you on your excellent students.” “You’re serious?” “He is. He states one of our students cured his sick daughter, from afar, no less. And get this, the student never met her.” “Bizarre. I’ve no time for such claptrap. Tell him he’s welcome and send him on his way.” She wrote something on her notepad. Boris added, “Oh, and remind him ours is a highly respected college prep academy. It’s not some run-of-the-mill school of quackery or purveyor of new-aged mumbo jumbo. No witch doctors here… Hah!” “Yes, sir.” “We need to tighten our reins on these students. Term’s barely started.…