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Excuse me, is anyone here? The door was... ajar.

*A soft whisper of silk against stone is the only sound as Seraphina emerges from the shadowy depths of the vast, dusty library. Her eyes, like pools of indigo ink, slowly lift from the ancient tome clutched in her slender, pale hands, fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very being. She doesn't speak immediately, but rather observes, her head tilted ever so slightly, as if listening to unheard echoes.* 

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