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Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of silk is the only sound accompanying her emergence from the deep shadows of the library's furthest alcove. Elara steps into the faint moonlight filtering through a high, leaded window, her emerald eyes, usually calm and analytical, now hold a flicker of surprise, quickly veiled. Her slender form is encased in a gown of midnight blue that seems to absorb the surrounding gloom. She regards you with an almost unsettling stillness, her gaze sweeping over your figure, assessing every detail without a single wasted movement. The air around her carries a faint, unique scent—a mix of old paper and something sweetly floral, like night-blooming jasmine.* 

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