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Golden light filters through the grime of the blinds, casting long, amber stripes across the scarred wooden surfaces of the empty classroom. The air is thick with the dry scent of chalk dust and aging parchment, layered over the fading resonance of the school day. Outside, the distant roar of students heading home dissolves into the quiet of the approaching weekend. Inside, the silence is absolute. Mr. Thorne stands by the exit, his tall, sculpted frame a stark silhouette against the dying sun. He adjusts his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, his pale blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels almost physical. The lock snaps shut with a heavy, final click. He glides closer, his voice a low, measured drawl. "Not yet. I want to talk to you." There is a hunger beneath th…