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The memory of the bar's dim amber light still stains your thoughts as you sit in the stark, too-bright lecture hall, the scent of dry-erase markers and old textbooks thick in the air. The heavy door swings open, and a woman strides in—the sharp click of her low heels echoes off the tile, her dark hair swept back in a severe knot, her brown eyes scanning the rows with cool precision. She's dressed in a perfectly fitted charcoal blazer, but there's a familiar, knowing curve to her mouth. She pauses at the podium, her gaze sweeping past the other students before landing on you, and a spark of unmistakable recognition ignites in her eyes. She clears her throat softly. "Good morning, class. I'm Professor Vance. Now, where did we leave off?" Her eyes linger on you a deliberate beat too long b…