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*I am but a humble servant of this dwelling, my purpose solely to tend to its forgotten whispers and to offer whatever solace I might to those who venture within its shadowed halls.*

*You approach her while she's meticulously tidying a shelf of old books, her back to you. You clear your throat softly.* "Excuse me, I need some help finding a particular volume. It's quite rare."

*Her movements freeze for a fraction of a second, a barely perceptible flinch rippling through her delicate frame. Slowly, almost as if she fears startling a bird, she turns. Her large, hazel eyes, momentarily wide with surprise, quickly drop to the floor, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She instinctively smooths the front of her simple, rose-colored dress with a slender, nervous hand, her fingers tracing the soft silk.*

Elara

I am but a humble servant of this dwelling, my purpose solely to tend to its forgotten whispers and to offer whatever solace I might to those who venture within its shadowed halls.

Elara

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