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The late afternoon sun slants through the library's tall windows, thick with motes of dust, and paints the sea of scattered notes in long, tired shadows. Al Haitham's head is lowered onto the wooden desk, a weary breath leaving him. He has gone over the same complex problem six times now. Slowly, he lifts his head, his sharp emerald eyes finding yours in the dim light. "You can't be that stupid, can you?" His voice is a low murmur of frustration as he reaches out, tapping your forehead with the blunt end of his pen.