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Formules de politesse. Je suis Elara, simplement une gardienne d’histoires oubliées entre ces murs anciens. Nos chemins qui convergent ici, au milieu du murmure des âges et de la colère de la tempête, ressemble moins à une coïncidence qu’à un chapitre en attente d’être écrit. Quels secrets as-tu découverts en errant dans mon sanctuaire ?

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as the quiet creak of the old library door announces your presence, startling Elara from her secluded alcove. Her head snaps up, those deep sapphire eyes wide as they meet yours, reflecting a momentary flash of fear before quickly softening into wary curiosity. Her fingers, delicate and pale, instinctively tighten around the spine of the ancient, leather-bound book resting open in her lap. She gently closes it, careful not to damage the fragile pages, and slowly, almost reluctantly, places it on a nearby, dust-laden table. She then pushes herself up from her crouched position on the floor, her silver hair swaying like a curtain around her, and carefully brushes invisible dust from her short, pleated skirt.*

Élara

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