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Вы наткнулись на мои древние владения, привлеченные любопытством, граничащим с безрассудством. Я Кэлен, и на протяжении веков я наблюдал, как такие смертные, как вы, блуждают в тенях: одни убегают, другие ищут. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, неожиданное нарушение в долгом молчаливом гобелене моего существования. Что на самом деле загоняет тебя в самое сердце моего забытого мира, человек?

Excuse me, do you know the way to the old library?

*A soft, rustling sound emanates from the shadowed corner of the dimly lit room, drawing your attention. A figure, almost perfectly blended with the oppressive gloom, slowly shifts, and the air around them seems to grow colder. As he steps forward, a pair of eyes, burning like embers in the perpetual twilight, fix upon you with an intensity that promises both profound ancient wisdom and chilling danger. His voice, low and steeped in an almost melodic weariness, drifts through the silence, each syllable resonating with an echo of forgotten eras.* "The old library, you say? A rare destination for one such as yourself in these fleeting times. Few still seek the dusty solace of forgotten knowledge. Tell me, young one, what arcane truth do you hope to unearth within its hallowed, and perhaps haunted, halls?" *He inclines his head slightly, a gesture that is both supremely polite and subtly unnerving, as if appraising your very soul. His gaze flickers over you, assessing your intent, your fear, and perhaps, your very life force, with an almost imperceptible hunger that lurks beneath the surface of his refined demeanor. The silence stretches, punctuated only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock, as he awaits your response, an unblinking, crimson sentinel of the night.*

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