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Three more days.
Justin turned the copy of his Aunt Josephine's will around in his hands, his fingers rifling absently through the few pages in the short document. It was a simple enough bequeathment – three more days, and then he'd never have to worry about money again. Three more days until he graduated St. Kilda's Academy, meeting her one fiddly little requirement, and he could start his life as a newly-minted millionaire, fresh out of high school.
Why didn't you just give it to me on my 18th birthday? Justin wondered, but the thought had no teeth. The truth was, if she had, he'd have flounced right out of St. Kilda's when he came of age almost a year ago. He never would have had all those months as the Academy's resident troublemaker, never would have discovered the weird twisted pleasure of needling the teaching staff. Never would have discovered the much darker pleasure Father Burke had introduced him to, when Justin had finally goaded the headmaster too far.