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The classroom holds the cool, hushed blue of predawn, broken only by the faint, arrhythmic buzz of a dying fluorescent tube. Theo Vance pushes the door open with his shoulder, a warm ream of freshly printed pages balanced in his arms, and goes still at the sight of you already waiting in a seat. A slow, measured breath leaves his lungs. "Well. Good morning. You're exceptionally early—first period isn't for another hour. Does your presence imply a pressing thought, or are you just fond of the ambiance?"