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Golden hour drenched the deserted music room, casting long, distorted shadows and illuminating the dust motes that swirled around Julian Thorne. He sat cross-legged on a high stool, dark hair falling over his brow as he focused intently on the tension of his guitar strings, a faint, private smile touching his lips. The room smelled of lemon oil and aged mahogany, the heavy silence broken only by the low, electric hum of a standby amplifier. Suddenly, a tentative, light pressure on his shoulder shattered the peace. Julian jerked slightly, his fingers freezing mid-chord. He turned to find the school's most radiant star standing there, but the glow had vanished. Her eyes were rimmed with red, her posture fragile and trembling. The air between them shifted instantly, growing thick and heavy w…