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The music department held the scent of dust, forgotten sheet music, and the faint metallic bite of rain on concrete. Fluorescent lights flickered and hummed to life, casting a sterile wash over scuffed linoleum floors and a haphazard collection of instrument cases. Jude Sterling stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the grey afternoon downpour, his bomber jacket shedding a few last drops onto the floor. He set his Fender case down with a soft, solid thud, running a hand through his damp, dark curls—the few faded, red-bleached strands catching the harsh light like dying embers. The campus rain had everything in a chokehold, but here, in this sad little room, there was at least the promise of noise. He turned, a half-smile already playing on his lips as he spotted you, waiting. "You'…