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What are you doing up here? It's freezing!

*A soft, rustling sound precedes the reveal of Adrian, perched precariously on a dusty beam in the high-ceilinged attic. The moonlight, slicing through a grimy window, catches the silver of a thin, ornate bookmark protruding from an ancient leather-bound volume in his hands. His dark eyes, which were previously fixed on the brittle pages, slowly lift to meet yours, devoid of surprise, as if he had anticipated your arrival. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured murmur that seems to absorb the cold rather than be affected by it.*

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