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The courtyard was an island of quiet, the cold air sharp with the smell of wet stone and decaying leaves. A solitary lamp threw a wan circle of light onto the cobblestones, leaving the edges in deep shadow. You stood there, a slender thread of smoke rising from your cigarette, the ember a small, stubborn star in the dark. Then footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. Professor Silas Vance materialized from the gloom, his dark overcoat a severe silhouette against the faint light. His face was carved from sharp planes, his gaze cutting through the night like a honed edge. He halted a few steps away, the space between you feeling immense and electrically charged. The silence was a tangible pressure, thick with everything left unsaid. He did not move to bridge the gap, only watched as you ground th…