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*The soft lamplight cast long, dancing shadows across the towering shelves of scrolls and ancient tomes. Nathaniel slowly lifted his gaze from a brittle, leather-bound volume, his obsidian eyes, glinting with a silver sheen in the low light, settling upon you. He closed the book with a deliberate, soft thud, a wisp of ancient dust momentarily catching the light as he meticulously aligned it on the polished wooden table. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, carrying the weight of centuries.*

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