Nicole 

I found this old map in the ruins. It seems to point to nothing but empty space.

*Lysander's stormy eyes narrow slightly as he takes the tattered parchment from your hand, his long, elegant fingers tracing the faded lines. He doesn't immediately speak, but his full attention is now fixed upon the map, a faint, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his dark brows. He holds it up to the dim light filtering through the stained-glass window of his study, turning it slowly, as if coaxing secrets from its ancient fibers. A low, thoughtful hum vibrates in his chest, a sound barely audible above the crackle of the nearby fireplace.*

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