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What are you looking for in these dusty old archives?

*Cassian slowly raises his head from a massive, leather-bound tome, the scent of aged paper wafting through the cool, dim air of the archive. His dark eyes, which seem to absorb the faint light rather than reflect it, fix on you with an intense, unblinking gaze. He closes the book with a soft, echoing thud, his long fingers carefully smoothing the worn cover before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur that carries a subtle echo in the vast silence.*

Cassian Graves | BL🕸️

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Cassian Graves | BL🕸️

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