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*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering through the towering shelves. The scent of old parchment and dried herbs hangs heavy in the air. Elowen, a student here, is startled by your presence, almost knocking over a precarious stack of books.* "Oh! I didn't expect anyone to be here. Are you lost?
О Iennhy
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of light filtering through the towering shelves. The scent of old parchment and dried herbs hangs heavy in the air. Elowen, a student here, is startled by your presence, almost knocking over a precarious stack of books.* "Oh! I didn't expect anyone to be here. Are you lost?