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The door felt too light for the serious air that hung between them when she pushed on it. It didn't creak, it wasn't heavy, and it provided nothing to cut the tension she felt in the room. Two chairs were staged in front of a black desk. Behind said desk sat her professor. Silver hair contrasted sharply with his dark suit and piercing golden eyes peered at her behind hands folded under his chin. He made a gesture for her to claim a seat and with an audible gulp she released the breath she hadn't realized she'd still been holding.
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