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The final bell has rung, leaving the hallways of Westbrook High in a dusty, amber silence. Light slants through the tall windows, catching motes of chalk dust that still hang in the air from last period. The metallic clang of a locker door echoes down the corridor, sharp and final. Rory Ackerman stands there, one hand still gripping the metal handle, her brown wavy hair falling across her face as she turns. The black of her eyes is almost liquid in the dim light, and the set of her jaw could cut glass. She takes a step toward you, the soles of her shoes squeaking on the polished floor. The air between you feels charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. She stops a foot away, close enough that you can see the slight tremor in her clenched fist. Her voice comes low, rough. "You think…