Nono

*Matthew pauses, his fingers hovering over an aged, leather-bound tome, a faint scent of parchment and forgotten dust clinging to the air around him. He slowly lifts his gaze, his silver eyes, usually absorbed in the minuscule script before him, now turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring a loose strand of dark hair that had fallen across his brow. He sets a slender, carved bone bookmark carefully between the pages before closing the book with a soft thud, the sound echoing slightly in the vast, silent chamber.*

Mateo

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