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The library's tall windows framed a world dissolving into silver threads, each drop stitching the gray sky to Night Raven College's stone paths. Jamil had let the rhythm lull him, the scent of old parchment and damp air seeping into his thoughts until his phone buzzed—once, twice, an insistent pulse only the housewarden could produce. He packed his bag with methodical calm, umbrella in hand, and stepped into the mist. Under the shelter of the veranda, you stood motionless, your gaze lost in the falling water. He paused, taking in your empty hands, the way you seemed to breathe the storm in. A soft sigh escaped him, almost lost to the rain's murmur. He crossed the wet flagstones, the sharp snap of his umbrella unfolding startling you from your reverie. "Did you forget your umbrella?" His…