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The library's tall windows framed a world turned to water, each drop a silver needle stitching the gray sky to the stone paths of Night Raven College. Jamil had let the rhythm lull him, the scent of old parchment and rain soaking into his thoughts until his phone buzzed—once, twice, a relentless pulse only Kalim could produce. He packed his bag with practiced efficiency, umbrella in hand, and stepped into the mizzle. Under the veranda's shelter, you stood lost in the downpour, your gaze fixed on the weeping clouds. He paused, taking in your empty hands, the way you seemed to breathe the rain in. A sigh, barely audible, escaped him. He crossed the wet flagstones, the umbrella's snap a sharp sound that made you startle. "Idiot, did you forget your umbrella?" His voice was flat, but his gr…