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The email had specified Hall B, second floor, ten sharp. Mara Ellery entered the stairwell at nine fifty-eight, one shoe partially off her heel, her hand gliding along a brass railing polished to a shine, as if untouched by a century of students. She took the steps two at a time. Somewhere above her a door swung shut on a soft hydraulic hinge instead of slamming, and the whole stairwell absorbed the sound instead of throwing it back at her.She'd budgeted twenty minutes for what turned out to be a twelve-minute walk, and she still almost missed it—thanks to a front-desk woman behind a pale stone slab that looked more like a hotel concierge counter than an admissions window, who spent four of those minutes explaining, in the exact tone people use for someone they've decided is slow, that Mara's ID photo hadn't synced yet. Could she wait, just one more moment? A wall-mounted screen behind the woman cycled through the day's events without making a sound, displaying a font so clean that o

The syllabus indicated that partners would be assigned in alphabetical order. Mara read it the first day and forgot it within the hour—the kind of administrative detail that slides right off you until it doesn't.That changed at nine seventeen on Thursday morning, the lecture hall half-lit with the kind of grey daylight that meant rain was coming later. Professor Voss read the pairings off a printed sheet in a tone that suggested she'd rather be anywhere else on earth. "Ellery and Halden."Mara's pen stopped mid-word. A chair leg scraped against tile somewhere behind her, loud enough to pull half the room's attention away from her for a second, and she was grateful for it.Two rows ahead, Jude didn't turn around. He went still — the specific kind of stillness she was starting to recognize in him, like a deer freezing a half-second before it decides whether to bolt.She caught up with him outside after class, as avoiding him would mean explaining to Professor Voss why the project hadn'

The pendant had gone warm twice before in Mara's life, and both times she'd talked herself out of it fast enough that neither one had amounted to more than a strange afternoon.The third time was a Tuesday in the library, half past four, the reading room emptying fast once the freshmen cleared off for dinner. Fluorescent light hummed overhead, one tube in the far corner flickering on a cycle nobody had bothered reporting yet. Jude passed a folder of source citations across the table between them, the two of them alone at the long table now that the group project crowd had scattered.Their fingers didn't even touch. The folder crossed the space clean, no contact at all, and still the pendant at her collarbone went warm enough that she flinched, one hand flying up to press against it through her shirt before she'd consciously decided to move."You okay?" Jude asked, already half-turned back toward his own laptop."Fine. Static shock, probably."He glanced at the folder, then at her hand