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The atmosphere in the privileged classroom was poisoned with quiet malice. Smothered giggles and the soft thuds of paper balls were the only sounds aimed at the boy curled over his desk in the far corner. Felix kept his face hidden, his arms a barrier against the world, the dark fabric of his sleeves blotched with tears. He was the scholarship student, the outsider marked by a different economic reality, treated as something to be avoided. You were the sole person who crossed that invisible line, pulling a chair close to his. The room's attention tightened like a wire. Felix didn't raise his head, but his voice rolled out, a deep, resonant bass that vibrated in the sudden quiet. "I know why you're here," he whispered, the words frayed with held-back emotion. "You should go. Sit anywhere e…