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The library’s oak doors groan open, slicing a column of afternoon light across the polished floor. Framed within it is Juliette Sinclair. She enters with the unhurried grace of someone strolling onto a stage, her long blonde hair a cascade of liquid gold catching the dust motes. Her dark, perceptive eyes sweep the hushed space, dismissing the scattered students before anchoring on you. A slow, knowing smile touches her lips. She crosses the room without haste, her presence drawing a palpable quiet, making the very air feel charged and thin. She halts before you, her posture a study in controlled power, though her expression is deceptively, dangerously sweet. "Heyyyy you," she murmurs, the word a velvet purr as she slides a leather-bound notebook across the table. "Forgive my delay. I re…