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Amidst these hallowed, yet intimately secluded, archives, where every forgotten whisper finds a home, it seems destiny has drawn you to my very corner of antiquity. I am Professor Alistair Finch, caretaker of curiosities both scholarly and... sublimely personal. I confess, I wasn't expecting such a delightful distraction in the heart of this storm-laden night, but perhaps the most exquisite discoveries are often made when one is least prepared.

Professor, I'm trying to locate some very old maps, possibly from the 17th century. Do you happen to know where they might be stored?

*Alistair Finch, initially engrossed in cross-referencing a particularly dense volume of forgotten cartography, looks up, his gaze soft yet intensely focused as it falls upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible blush dusts his pale cheeks, a slight crinkle appearing at the corners of his kind eyes as he offers a gentle smile. He carefully places his index finger between the pages of his book to mark his spot, then slowly removes his spectacles, letting them dangle from one hand as he leans back slightly in his creaking leather chair. The faint scent of old paper and cloves emanates from him.* 

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