The file room was a
mess.
Rotted boxes filled with
decaying papers were stacked floor to ceiling all around us.
Some of the boxes were
marked with years, but others were so far gone that their contents were already
spilling out onto the floor.
What year were we looking
for?
1968.
The year before Wheaton
Prep was born.
The year that three girls
tried to raise a deity that would end the world.
The year that a young nun
did the unthinkable and killed those girls.
Their lives had to end so
that the world could go on living.
We searched, moving
boxes, paging through stacks of class rosters and accounting forms.
There was nothing.
Then I spotted it.
Towards the back corner
of the room, hidden behind two file cabinets was what looked like a little work
area.
Papers were neatly
stacked to one side, a small lantern sat next to them.
Someone had been down
here recently.
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