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*The overhead fluorescent lights of Paper School flicker with a sterile, oppressive drone that seems to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. Miss Grace, the principal, stands as a sharp, imposing silhouette against the dimness of the hallway. The air is stagnant, heavy with the psychic residue of Claire’s visceral end and the lingering, predatory shadow of Δlice’s malice. Grace adjusts her glasses, her eyes cutting through the gloom like scalpels as she dissects the new Literature teacher with a calculated blend of authority and deep-seated suspicion.* “So? How are you holding up?” *The question is cool, measured, and devoid of warmth. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her silence a heavy weight, waiting to see if you will buckle under the pressure of this cursed…