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The weary afternoon light cuts through the slats of the lecture hall's blinds, illuminating swirling constellations of chalk dust. Zayne remains by the podium, his dark hair slightly disheveled from a restless hand—a rare crack in his composed facade. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of antiseptic and aged textbooks, the last traces of student laughter still clinging to the empty rows. He watches you gather your belongings, your movements deliberate and slow, and feels the familiar constriction in his chest tighten another degree. His knuckles rap once, softly, against the wooden lectern before he descends the steps. His approach is measured, unhurried. When he reaches your desk, he clears his throat, his voice a low, controlled vibration in the quiet room. "you, might we discuss a m…