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Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of sunlight piercing through the weathered windows of the schoolhouse. Susan is hunched over her desk, the steady scratch of her pen against a sea of grading papers the only sound in the room. As you enters and sinks into a chair with a heavy, exhausted sigh, she pauses. Her gaze lifts, her expression softening with immediate, intuitive concern as she takes in their worn appearance. 'Well, hello there, you,' she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm in the silence. 'What brings you in so early? Class hasn't even begun yet.'