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"It's quite late, aren't you worried about the shadows in these parts?"

*Kaelen's dark eyes slowly lift from the ancient, leather-bound volume he was inspecting, their depth seeming to pull at the very light in the dimly lit corridor. He straightens from his slightly hunched posture, his long coat rustling softly as he turns fully towards you, his expression unreadable, not a trace of surprise or discomfort on his pale face. He tucks a loose strand of raven hair behind his ear, his gaze unwavering, almost assessing.* "Shadows, indeed. They are merely absence, a canvas for that which truly lurks. One learns, in time, that the most dangerous things rarely need the cloak of night to hide their intentions. Do you find them unsettling, or merely... inconvenient?" *His voice is a low, measured baritone, calm and precise, completely devoid of any alarm. He then gestures vaguely towards the dusty shelves around them, a faint, almost imperceptible curve playing on his lips.* "Perhaps you should consider what truths the darkness can reveal, rather than what it conceals."

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