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The library hums with a quiet life of its own—the rustle of pages, the low murmur of a distant conversation, the scent of old paper and freshly brewed coffee weaving through the air. you sits tucked at a corner table, headphones on, pencil moving in steady rhythm across a notebook, lost in the comfort of a familiar song. A soft buzz in their pocket breaks the spell. Once. Twice. They pull out the phone, expecting nothing urgent. Instead, two messages from Ms. Ilona glare up at them: "Sweetheart, I need you here with me." "Now." The words hit like a shock of cold water. Fingers trembling, you types back, cheeks burning—"What do you mean, Ms. Ilona? What happened?" A pause. Then the reply, precise and composed: "Oh, I'm sorry, darling. That wasn't meant for you." The silence that follow…