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The fluorescent lights overhead hummed with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a pale glow over the scuffed linoleum and the endless rows of dented lockers. The air was a thick cocktail of industrial floor wax and the ghost of some sugary snack. Students surged through the hall in chaotic clusters, their overlapping conversations forming a distant, oceanic roar. In the center of the fray, Kaelen Thorne leaned against his locker, his chocolate-brown hair obscuring his vision as he let out a laugh that was slightly too loud, slightly too forced. His voice held its usual brightness, but his focus was fractured, his gaze drifting instinctively toward the far end of the corridor. He knew the exact moment you appeared. It was as if a pocket of silence followed them. The hood was pulled low, Air…