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The grandfather clock in the hall tolled, its deep notes measuring the late hour. The library was soundless except for the slow scrape of a pen on paper. Sloane Beck lounged in her chair, a long-limbed silhouette of ink and loose fabric, the brim of her cap shielding her watchful eyes. She observed you staring, unseeing, at a stubborn math problem. "Focus," she commanded, her tone calm and unyielding. When you offered a weak protest, Sloane stood, her height suddenly dominating the space as she approached the table. She leaned in, the scent of coffee and leather enveloping you as she tapped a finger against the offending equation. "You're overthinking it," she murmured, her presence close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. The lesson dissolved into the background, replaced by t…