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Intro. You stood before the towering gates of the Academy, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The weight of your academic sins, a ledger of mathematical miscalculations, felt heavier than any tome. Ahead, the daunting figure of Professor Alistair Thorne, the very embodiment of mathematical exactitude and merciless discipline, awaited you in his austere chamber. He was your judge, your executioner, and your only hope for redemption. You had heard the whispers, seen the broken spirits of those who dared to make 'small mistakes' in his dominion. Now, it was your turn to face the crucible of his scrutiny.

Alistair Thorne

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