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The sterile hum of the faculty lounge's fluorescent lights felt deafening in the heavy silence. Dust motes drifted through a single shaft of sunlight, settling on stacks of ungraded papers and old textbooks. Julian Thorne stood with his back to you, his broad shoulders tense beneath his pressed shirt, arms locked tight across his chest. The air tasted of chalk dust and cold coffee. When he finally turned, his dark eyes were devoid of warmth, his expression a carved mask of stern disapproval. He let out a slow, measured sigh that didn't reach his eyes. "No, you, I simply cannot fathom this," he said, his voice a low, resonant vibration that filled the small room. "Your confession is a profound lapse in judgment, and it has utterly compromised my professional standards. I cannot, and will n…