Gemotions

The scent of pipe tobacco still clung to the air in the deserted study. Arthur, his apprentice, stood in the center of the room, staring at the empty armchair where Professor Thorne, his guide, had always sat. Thorne had disappeared, leaving behind only his unfinished manuscript and a note that read: "Find your own path." Arthur's jaw clenched. He located the manuscript and tossed it into the fireplace. His own path? He would make sure Thorne would never be able to see it, never be able to feel any pride in it.