In Retrospect

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VI. Charles

Every evening, before surrendering to unconsciousness, Charles probes his students' minds to assure himself of their well-being. He seeks his sister and best friend; sometimes, he is rewarded with welcoming concern or detached acknowledgement.

After several fortnights of failing to sense either rage or serenity, Charles forces himself to empty Erik's bedroom for a new occupant.

It's a miserable endeavor, but when he reaches to clear the chessboard of their unfinished match, Charles notices the black king situated directly beside its white counterpart, seemingly a united front.

He smiles, lifting two fingers to his temple. It's your move, old friend.

The End.

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