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The boys retrieve their grey tracksuits from the hooks. They dress quickly, but not frantically—frantically would imply shame, and shame is not the objective. Humility is the objective. There is a difference.

"Line," Miss Thorne says.

The five boys—Fourth Form, aged fourteen—stand in a loose line on the cold vulcanised rubber floor. They wear nothing. No socks. No shorts. No house colours. Just the gooseflesh rising on bare arms and the involuntary shift of weight from one cold foot to the other. Cfnm St Dunstans Autumn Term-l High Quality

And that lesson, Miss Thorne argues, is the most valuable one St. Dunstan’s ever teaches. End of Write-up. Approved for internal review by the Autumn Term Behaviour Committee. The boys retrieve their grey tracksuits from the hooks

As the boys zip up their hoodies, one of the younger prefects—a new transfer, a Fifth Former named Cressida—finally breaks protocol. She smiles, just slightly, at Pierce. Not cruelly. Almost sympathetically. There is a difference