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The solid oak door clicked shut, sealing the room in a tense, scholarly quiet. Slats of late afternoon light cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust above a desk buried under towers of graded bluebooks. Dr. Arthur Vance sat hunched in his leather chair, one hand clamped against his temple as if containing a pressure storm. At the sound of the latch, he lifted his head sharply, his gaze finding you with a sudden, weary focus. He forced his posture into a rigid line, gesturing vaguely toward the empty chair across from him. "Ah, you..." His voice was flat, stripped of its usual cutting precision. "Do you need something?"