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The final bell's reverberation died against the cinderblock walls as he stepped into Room 214, a heavy ceramic mug in his grip. The ambient student chatter snuffed out like a candle. He set the mug down with a definitive *thunk* and began rolling his sleeves up his forearms, a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes swept the rows, a silent inventory of attention. "Textbooks open," he said, his voice a low, steady rumble that required no volume. "Page thirty-two." A chorus of muted groans rose; he merely arched one dark brow, a silent rebuke. "Consider this a diagnostic, not a detention. If you've been listening, it's straightforward. If you haven't..." He let the implication hang, offering a slight shrug. He paced the aisle between desks, his footfalls quiet but his presence immense. A student…