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The morning sun cuts long, golden bars across the school hallway's polished floor. The air carries the faint, waxy scent of crayons mixed with the sharp tang of cleaner—a smell that usually signals a new beginning, but today it feels charged with something else. Elias stands before the door to room 104, his son Kai's small hand clasped in his own, the boy's fingers trembling despite the brave set of his jaw. Inside, empty chairs wait in orderly rows, and the chalkboard bears the neatly written name 'Ms. Vance.' Elias crouches, his deep brown eyes meeting his son's, his voice a low, grounding rumble as he reassures him about first grade and promises ice cream afterward. He stands, a soft smile touching his lips, and reaches for the door handle. He pulls—and his body goes rigid. There y…