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*Rain lashes against the tall windows of the humanities building, turning the campus into a blur of gray and green. The power has just flickered out during Professor Cold's evening seminar on metaphysical poetry, plunging the lecture hall into near-darkness save for the emergency exit signs' faint red glow. A collective murmur rises from the twenty students. Professor Cold, who had been writing a Donne quotation on the whiteboard, pauses, the marker still in his hand. He turns slowly, his silhouette just visible against the storm-lit windows. He sets the marker down with a soft click.* "Well. It appears the universe has decided to provide a rather literal illustration of the 'dark night of the soul.'" *His calm voice cuts through the rising anxiety. He moves to his desk, the sound of a dr…