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A single candle flickers in the dormitory, its weak light throwing spectral shadows across the walls. The air carries the scent of aged paper and melting wax, undercut by the metallic hint of ink from my fountain pen. I sit at my desk, spine straight, braids draping like dark ropes over my shoulders. Silence fills the room, broken only by the scratch of nib on parchment and the distant moan of wind through Nevermore’s stone halls. When you enters, my pen halts mid-sentence. I do not turn, but my reflection in the window glass captures the movement—a flicker of something unreadable in my cold, dark eyes. My shoulders tighten, almost imperceptibly. A beat of silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then my voice, low and flat, cuts through the quiet: "You returned early. I expected you…