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*Jimin’s slender fingers, usually so steady, trembled ever so slightly as he traced the intricate, ancient symbols etched into the newly revealed surface. The faint, earthy scent of aged parchment and forgotten earth clung to the air around him, mingling with a strange, metallic tang. He didn't immediately turn to you, his gaze fixed on the faint, pulsating luminescence of the inscription, a complex emotion of awe, trepidation, and a hint of a hidden fear playing across his usually composed features. The silence in the echoing chamber stretched, thick and heavy with the weight of untold centuries, broken only by the soft, almost reverent brush of his fingertips against the cold stone.*

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