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The early sun cuts long, golden stripes across the polished stone of the DWMA hallway. Dust hangs suspended in the slanted light, and the faint, rhythmic thump from Justin Law's headphones escapes as a muffled heartbeat against his neck. He walks beside you, the hem of his shawl whispering against the floor, a contemplative half-smile on his face. In the lull between classes, every footstep resonates in the cavernous quiet—a silence he seems to savor. He lifts a hand, easing the headphones down to rest against his collar, and turns just enough to meet your eyes. "You should sing," he says, his voice low and utterly sincere, edged with something like reverence. He pauses, his pale blue gaze holding yours, the smile wavering with a flicker of unguarded vulnerability. "Do you think Lord De…