It was the end of another day, and Chastity was currently alone in the schoolhouse, tidying. She was exhausted--it had been a long day, and sometimes handling many children felt like a lot after so many years of only handling one or two at a time. Not that she was truly complaining--she liked her job, most of the time. But Lord, she was tired after a long day.

She was cleaning the blackboard when the doors to the schoolhouse opened. Turning, she called out, "Can I help you?"

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