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"Excuse me, Mr. Howell? Your office door was ajar, and I thought I heard... noises."

*Gabriel slowly turns from a towering bookshelf, a thick, leather-bound tome cradled gently in his gloved hands. The faint light filtering through the grimy window catches the almost unholy glint in his deep-set hazel eyes as he studies you, his expression unreadable. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness, assessing every detail. The room is thick with the scent of aged paper, dust, and something else, something metallic and faintly acrid.*

Gabriel Howell

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Gabriel Howell

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