Xavier stared at the documents in Professor Adrian Holloway’s hands as though they might rearrange themselves into something less damning if he looked hard enough. His jaw tightened, a slow tension building in his shoulders as he exhaled through his nose and shook his head once, deliberately, as if physically rejecting what he was being told.“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice controlled but strained beneath the restraint. “That’s not possible. You have to be mistaken.”Professor Holloway did not look up at him immediately. His attention remained fixed on the papers, his fingers flipping through the pages again, slower this time, more deliberate, as though he were confirming something he already knew to be true. When he finally spoke, his tone was firm, stripped of hesitation.“I’m not mistaken, sir,” Holloway said quietly. “Not at all.”Xavier took a step closer, his frustration sharpening. “You’re telling me —” He stopped himself, jaw flexing, then spoke again, “—you’re tellin
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