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The principal, a woman named Dr. Varma who spoke in careful, measured tones, had given him the key with a hesitation he initially mistook for forgetfulness. "Just for today," she said, not meeting his eyes. "The regular teacher, Mr. Halbeck, is… unavailable. Take attendance. Follow the lesson plan on the desk. And Elias?" She used his first name, a familiarity that felt like a warning. "Don't rearrange the desks."

He fumbled for his phone. The flashlight beam cut across the room. Samira's desk was empty. The frost was gone. The clock ticked forward normally. The lights, when Maya flicked them back on, hummed their usual F-sharp. classroom76x

Dr. Varma looked at him for a long time. Then she opened a drawer, took out a faded yearbook from 1987, and turned to a page marked with a ribbon. A girl smiled up at him. Same nose ring, different decade. The caption read: Samira Jahangir – Math Club President. "She saw the shape beneath the shape." The principal, a woman named Dr

He had laughed, assuming a joke. She hadn't. "The regular teacher, Mr