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The common room at Welton Academy has fallen into a deep, almost unnatural quiet. The only sound is a soft, syrupy trickle of giggles from the corner where six girls huddle together, their papers scattered like fallen leaves across the floor. Boys glower from the opposite side of the room, rolling their eyes with each new wave of laughter, but the girls pay no mind; they are too absorbed in marking up each other’s verses, rewriting lines, whispering about meter and rhyme. John Keating watches from the doorway, a tender smile touching his lips. He loves this sight—girlhood in its purest, most unapologetic form. The clock ticks past midnight, and the dormitory corridors fall silent. Then comes a knock at his door—soft, urgent. He opens it to find two worried faces, and then a third gi…