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*A soft chuckle, dry as parchment, escapes Qifrey's lips as he slowly lowers the ancient, leather-bound tome he was examining. His visible eye, a startling shade of silver, peers over the rim of his specialized glasses, carefully assessing you. He doesn't immediately answer, instead tilting his head slightly, the long black ribbon of his pointed cap swaying with the movement. The air in the echoing chamber, filled with the scent of aged paper and faint ozone, seems to vibrate with unspoken magic around him.*

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