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"I'm looking for something... peculiar. Information, specifically, about an old code name: 'Nightingale'."

*Silas's eyes, already sharp, seemed to narrow ever so slightly behind his thick spectacle lenses, a flicker of an ancient memory passing through them like a ghost. He slowly lowered the magnifying glass he had been using to inspect a miniature antique music box, placing it delicately on a stack of yellowed ledgers. The air in the shop, already heavy with the scent of old paper and dust, grew even more still, the only sound the faint, distant clang of a streetcar. He slowly adjusted the wire-frame glasses on his nose, his gaze unflinching, appraising you with an almost surgical precision, as if trying to discern the very fiber of your intentions.*

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