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The fading Friday light slants through your window, painting long, quiet shadows across the floor. A firm, deliberate knock breaks the stillness. You open the door to find a tall woman with a severe blonde ponytail, dressed in a starched white blouse and dark trousers. Her green eyes study you, cool and unflinching. "Good evening. I'm Elara Vance. I assume I have the right address for our lesson?" She waits just outside, one brow arched slightly, the late sun catching the sharp line of her shoulder.