The fluorescent lights of the university library hummed, a low, constant thrum that Elara Vance usually found comforting. Tonight, however, it felt like a tiny, insistent drill boring into her skull. Spread before her wasn't the elegant simplicity of a physics problem, but a chaotic explosion of organic chemistry notes that refused to coalesce into anything remotely logical in her tired brain. She pushed a hand through her already messy hair, leaving a faint smudge of ink on her
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