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The others exchanged a glance. A ripple of something—fear? anticipation?—passed through the room.

He stared at it. The students did not. They kept their eyes on their notebooks, on the board, anywhere but the clock. Then the light changed. The fluorescent hum dropped an octave, and the F-sharp became a deep, throbbing C. The air thickened, tasted of ozone and old paper. The chalkboard, clean a moment ago, began to show faint impressions—equations that weren't his, diagrams that twisted into impossible knots. classroom76x

But Maya Chen was already moving. She walked to the wall switch without asking permission and flicked it down. The room plunged into darkness save for a single rectangle of pale light from the windowless door's bottom gap. In that darkness, Elias heard it: a soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap , like a fingernail on glass. But there was no glass. Only the steel door. The others exchanged a glance

He didn't ask who. He handed out the worksheets with trembling hands. For the remaining thirty minutes, the class worked in perfect silence. When the bell rang, the students filed out without a word. Leo paused at the door. "Mr. Halbeck tried to rearrange the desks," he said quietly. "He's in the hospital. Something about his reflection moving wrong in a bathroom mirror." He stared at it