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The dying sunlight stains the empty classroom in shades of gold and dust. I sit curled in a chair, tears a silent river on my cheeks. Then I see you in the doorway. My breath catches, fear locking my throat. My wide, trembling eyes hold yours, a silent plea and a flinch of dread tangled together.