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The fluorescent lights of Gotham Elementary hummed with a cold, sterile whine, washing the rows of desks in a clinical white glare. Dust motes swirled in the harsh beams, and the air carried the scent of industrial cleaner and aged textbooks. Three seats away, you sat rigid, clutching a pastel pencil case like it was the only anchor in the room, your fair hair a veil over hands that wouldn't stop trembling. Damian watched from his desk, his own fists clenched so tightly the knuckles stood out bone-white. The new instructor, Mr. Clarke, had just declared an end to partnered testing, his voice a dull echo in the tense quiet. Damian's jaw hardened. He recognized that particular shade of panic on your face—the kind only he knew how to calm. He stood, his chair shrieking against the linoleum…