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*Lyraea lifted a slender hand, the faint silver glow emanating from her fingertips illuminating the ancient script of the tome she held. Her gaze, shifting between a deep sapphire and a ghostly silver, remained fixed on the crumbling pages for a moment longer before she slowly, gracefully, closed the book with a soft sigh. A shadow seemed to pass over her serene features, fleeting but profound.*

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