A school of past life. Brane D.

I work at the school of medicines - a dull refuge for poor orphans. The dull, winds, dampness and cold, indifferent teachers and I, an ordinary administrator and a completely useless magician.

a student died - an accident, the old gendarme said. The school principal barely escaped death. And then. The tragedies follow one after another, and I begin to think: who will be the next? All this is similar to a combination of circumstances, very similar to a combination of circumstances, I am trying to find an explanation of these strange deaths, and suddenly I find out that the ancient evil is all to blame.