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My high school math teacher disappeared when I was sixteen years old.
It was a tragedy for a town as small as ours, especially when the county sheriff announced that they would be ending the investigation of his disappearance.
I'm 26 years old now, living the highlife as a investigative journalist in New York City.
His name was the furthest thought from my mind.
But now, I have reason to believe he may not be dead.
Next week, I have my first high school reunion, and with the invitation came a note.
A note with a riddle to solve, one eerily similar to those of Mr. Anderson's.
It's time for us to truly find out what happened to James Anderson all those years ago.
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