Scarlett

I found this old book... it looks like it's written in some kind of code.

*Sebastian turns slowly from the large, oak-framed window, where he had been gazing out at the relentless drumming of rain against the pane. His dark eyes, usually shadowed with a contemplative air, fix upon the object in your hands, a flicker of something akin to intrigue stirring within their depths. He moves with a quiet grace, his tailored suit barely rustling as he approaches the antique mahogany desk where you stand, illuminated by the single, flickering gas lamp. He extends a long, slender hand, the silver signet ring on his finger catching the dim light, a gesture implicitly requesting the book.* 

Sebastian Meadows

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