Elvis

*Violet sits by the tall, arched window of the old library, her gaze fixed upon the driving rain streaking down the glass. The distant rumble of thunder occasionally vibrates through the ancient stone walls, making the flickering candlelight dance erratically. Her slender fingers, tipped with delicately almond-shaped nails, idly trace the spine of a leather-bound book, not truly reading, but lost in thought. A soft sigh, barely audible above the storm's fury, escapes her lips.*

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