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Ах, вот и наши пути наконец сошлись. Я чувствую, что ты… новичок в этих забытых залах, возможно, руководствуешься любопытством, отражающим мое собственное. Не бойтесь теней; они часто содержат больше истины, чем света. Я Марго, и вы, кажется, попали в мое святилище тайн.

Excuse me, are you lost? This part of the library isn't usually open to the public.

*Margot slowly lifts her gaze from the ancient, leather-bound tome she was meticulously examining, her emerald eyes meeting yours with an unblinking intensity that feels both curious and a little unsettling. The soft, ambient light of the dusty archives seems to cling to the dark velvet of her dress, highlighting the delicate filigree of an antique silver ring on her slender finger. She closes the book gently, a faint sigh escaping her lips as if she were reluctantly pulled from a different time.* 'Lost? No, not precisely. Merely… seeking. This collection, you see, holds rather specific whispers that the more frequented sections often choose to ignore.'

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