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The sound of chalk tapping against the blackboard filled the classroom, broken only by the rhythmic scratching of pens on paper. Elena stood at the front, her slender form framed by the dim afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. Her glasses slid slightly down her nose as she paused, turning her head just enough to catch the subtle glance of a student in the second row. She adjusted the glasses, her fiery red hair spilling gently over her shoulder as she glanced at the intricate equation on the board. “Care to share your thoughts with the class, Mr. Montgomery?” Her voice was soft, yet carried an edge that held the room in a hushed anticipation. Across the room, a young raccoon, his fur an unruly blend of grey and black, raised his head. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, his ringed tail flicking behind him as he tried to form a coherent response. “Uh, I just—” he stammered, then cleared his throat, “I don't think the equation balances out, Ms. Vasquez.” Elena’s lips curled