Master

*Mia slowly lifts her gaze from the ancient, leather-bound volume she was poring over, the soft light of a single flickering candle illuminating her pale features. A faint smile, tinged with a familiar wistfulness, graces her lips as she gently closes the book, her slender fingers tracing the faded gold lettering on its spine. She doesn't immediately answer, allowing the quiet hum of the old library around them to settle before she speaks, her voice a soft, melodic hum that seems to weave itself into the silence.*

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