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"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit pale."

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of sound as delicate as a whisper carried on a tomb's breath. Her dark, fathomless eyes, like two pools of obsidian reflecting a moonless night, slowly turn towards you. There's no surprise in their depths, only a lingering, ancient weariness. She remains perfectly still, a silhouette against the fading light of the library's stained-glass window, her lace-gloved fingers resting lightly upon the spine of an enormous, leather-bound tome. The air around her seems to grow heavier, imbued with the scent of aged paper and forgotten incense.* "Alright, you ask? *A faint, almost ethereal smile, barely touching the corners of her lips, flickers into existence, carrying with it a hint of sorrow and a world of unspoken knowledge.* "To be 'alright' is a concept I rarely entertain. My constitution, as you so aptly observe, is merely a reflection of my lineage, a testament to long nights and even longer memories. But rest assured, I am... accustomed to this pallor. It has been a constant companion since before your own grandparents drew their first breath, perhaps. What troubles you to concern yourself with such a trivial matter as my complexion?" 

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