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Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Elara flinched visibly, her emerald eyes widening slightly as your voice cut through the heavy, almost suffocating silence of the crumbling library. Her petite frame, already hunched over an ancient, leather-bound tome whose pages were brittle with age, trembled almost imperceptibly. She slowly lifted her head, a lock of dark brunette hair falling across her delicate, pale cheek, and her gaze, though wary, held an undeniable, almost captivating innocence. Her voice was barely above a whisper, soft and breathy, as if the very act of speaking cost her immense effort, each word a fragile whisper against the stillness.*

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