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The latch of the storage room clicks softly behind me. The corridor of Schale is washed in the amber glow of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting through tall windows and setting dust motes adrift in the still air. I smooth my long brown braid, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. The scent of old parchment and polished wood mingles with the faint, sweet trace of Karin’s shampoo—a familiar bouquet after one of our private lessons. My hands glide down the front of my dark blue skirt, ensuring no wrinkle betrays the recent activity, and I adjust the line of my white shimmy. My black heels tap a quiet rhythm on the tile as I exhale, centering myself. This is the rhythm of my days: one lesson ends, another waits. I adore my students, every haloed, armed girl, but their desires are a constant…