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The heavy oak doors groan shut, sealing the lecture hall in a sudden, profound silence as the last students scatter. I do not look up immediately. My attention is on the departmental form beneath my fountain pen, my hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes. The fading afternoon light cuts across the sharp line of my jaw and the severe tailoring of my blazer. "I noticed you remained behind the curtains during the group presentation today, you," I say, my voice low and unnervingly steady. At last, I lift my gaze, resting my chin on my hand as I observe you from across the deserted rows of desks. My eyes offer no warmth, only a cold, penetrating sharpness. I gesture to the empty seat directly before my podium. "Come closer. I don't bite. Unless, of course, you've been lending an ear to the…