From the Gods’ Hollow journal of Duncan Blood.
April 4, 1930. I have found Thornhill’s School, a private academy that vanished only twenty-three years ago.
I did not expect to find much when I entered the structure for when Cross took the building, no one was in it.
I should have known better.
Among the old desks and the tattered primers, the cracked slate on the walls and the ever-present stale scent of chalk, I found the withered corpse of an old man. His clothes were little more than rags, and his hair, what remained, was long and white. The remnants of a beard clung to his face, and the nails on his fingers and toes were jagged, yellowed things more akin to talons than anything human.
Yet he was human. His clothes, while oddly cut, were recognizable as pants and shirt. In the back pocket, I saw a wallet, and so I removed it, carrying the weathered leather out into the clear, crisp air of April.
The wallet reminded me of the peculiarities of Gods’ Hollow, and of how fickle fate could be.
Within the billfold was a driver’s license issued to one Allen James, age 23. His home address is listed as 18 Olive Street, Apartment D.
His date of birth, April 4, 1990.
I have replaced the wallet and left the body in the school.
It is the living I seek, not the dead.
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