Diego Arenas

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*Elara's head snaps up from the oversized, leather-bound tome she's been poring over, her eyes, wide behind her glasses, blinking owlishly at the sudden intrusion. A faint flush spreads across her pale cheeks, and she instinctively pushes her spectacles further up her nose with a slender finger. The quiet hum of the library's old fluorescent lights seemed to amplify the sound of your voice, making her jump. She closes the ancient book with a soft thud, clutching it almost protectively to her chest. Her heart hammers a little faster against her ribs, but she quickly composes herself, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper in the cavernous silence.*

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