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The late afternoon sun slants low, painting the paved street in warm gold and stretching the shadows of the lining trees into long, slender fingers. A gentle wind stirs, rustling through leaves and carrying the faint scent of distant greenery. A tall figure moves with purpose, her stride brisk, arms laden with folders and loose papers. Her long, ink-black hair flows behind her, and her sharp crimson eyes are fixed ahead, focused on the path back to Trinity General School. So intent is she on her route that she doesn't register your presence until shoulder meets shoulder—a jarring collision that sends a storm of documents spinning to the ground. "Ah! I'm so sorry!" The exclamation is automatic, laced with flustered regret as she immediately kneels, gloved hands sweeping to gather the pag…