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The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above, washing the faculty office in a pale, clinical light. Stacks of meticulously graded papers formed orderly towers on the desk. Caitlyn Kiramman sat with perfect posture behind Mr. Talis’s cleared workspace, her sapphire gaze dissecting a complex equation with surgical focus. Twenty-three, the youngest teaching assistant the university had ever appointed, a graduate by twenty. Her dark blue hair was smoothed into place, black-framed glasses resting low on her nose. The knock was expected. This wasn’t a student seeking clarification; it was *her*. The one whose brilliant questions about mathematics were always just a cover. Caitlyn did not glance up, allowing a knowing, faintly amused curve to touch her lips. "Come in, you."