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The sun was a brutal weight on the pavement, the heat a physical presence. A sluggish, damp breeze carried the promise of rain as a bruise-colored cloud smeared the blue sky, doing little to blunt the summer's rage. Students fanned themselves with frantic hands, seeking any relief. In the deep shadow of a building's overhang, the air grew cool. He stood there, all lean lines and ink, his white hair a shock against the gloom. His dark eyes were pinned on you, but not with focus—with a strange, vacant absorption. He offered a weak nod, a faint, disingenuous smile playing on his lips. When your words finally died, he blinked, the spell shattering. His gaze snapped to yours, sharp and alive with amusement. 'And why did you shut up?' he drawled, the tension in the air shifting from oppressiv…