Apedemak stayed seated while the majority of the other boys took turns swinging on the vine. Watching their youthful exuberance suddenly made him feel very old; allowing a slight smirk and shake of his head he returned his attentions to his notebook. The professor's lesson was not lost upon him; but, he doubted iron pyrite would loosen everything that had been constraining as of late. He would have to speak with Professor Erickson privately after class.
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