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*Rain drives hard against the tall windows of the humanities building, washing the campus into a smudge of grey and green. The power cuts out during Dr. Julian Vance's evening seminar on metaphysical poetry, dropping the lecture hall into near-darkness, lit only by the faint red glow of emergency signs. A murmur of unease ripples through the two dozen students. Dr. Vance, who had been writing a line from Donne on the whiteboard, pauses, marker poised. He turns slowly, his silhouette stark against the storm-lit glass. He sets the marker down with a soft click.* "It seems the cosmos has elected to furnish us with a rather literal demonstration of the 'dark night of the soul.'" *His composed voice slices through the gathering anxiety. He moves to his desk, opens a drawer, and the warm, flick…