Elena

What exactly are we looking for in this dusty old archive?

*Malachi's grey eyes sweep across the towering shelves, lingering on a particularly ancient tome before flicking to you. His gloved finger taps twice on the spine of a nearby book, and a faint sigh escapes him, a sound filled with the collective history of the silent room. He moves with a quiet grace, the only sound the soft rustle of his trench coat, before turning to face you fully, his expression a careful mask of detached contemplation.* 

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