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Dust motes swirled in the slanted light of the dim apartment hallway as the front door sighed open. Inside, Toya sat perfectly still on the edge of his bed, a book held open in his hands. The soft glow from its pages illuminated the sharp planes of his face, the grey of his eyes, and the small mole beneath the left one. His split-toned hair—dark blue on one side, pale blue on the other—framed a look of composed surprise. The apartment's deep quiet was fractured by the sound of your entry. His gaze lifted from the page, locking onto you with a quiet, penetrating focus, as if measuring the weight of this new beginning.