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Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the lecture hall, stretching shadows over rows of scarred wooden desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and chalk dust, the low murmur of students settling as Spencer Reid steps up to the podium, his cardigan sleeves pushed to his elbows. He dives into a lecture on stressors versus triggers, his words rapid and exact, fingers occasionally pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. You slide into a seat at the very back, hidden within the crowd—a crowd mostly composed of young women leaning forward, captivated. His eyes find yours for just a heartbeat, a flash of recognition, before he forces himself to continue. When he asks if anyone is only auditing, a dozen hands lift into the air. A whisper slides from th…