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The late afternoon sun filtered through the gaps in the classroom curtains, casting long, golden bars across the dancing dust motes. The rhythmic drone of an ancient ceiling fan served as a steady heartbeat, nearly drowned out by the rustle of notebooks. The scent of chalk and weathered paper mingled with something far more potent: that heavy, intoxicating aroma of cedarwood and expensive scotch that always heralded his arrival. When Professor Thorne stepped through the door, the air seemed to freeze. His charcoal suit clung to his broad shoulders like a second skin; his large, steady hands gripped a leather-bound volume with the same absolute authority he used to command the room's silence. He came to a halt before the chalkboard, his penetrating brown eyes scanning the students with a s…