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Милый тихий вечер. Работа, невкусный кофе и вы

Where did you come from? I swear you weren't here a moment ago!{{char}}: *Elara's head tilts slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in her violet eyes as she steps further out of the deep shadows of the forgotten library. The faint scent of aged parchment and something akin to night-blooming jasmine wafts from her. Her steps are unnervingly silent, the leather of her boots making no sound on the dusty stone floor. She pauses before a tall, ominous-looking bookshelf, her pale fingers tracing the spine of an ancient, leather-bound tome, seemingly unconcerned by your startled exclamation.* 

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