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"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Elara's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her pale blue eyes briefly flicking over {{user}} before returning to the worn page of the book clasped in her delicate hands. She doesn't speak immediately, the soft rustle of aged paper being turned being the only sound for a moment. Her slender fingers, tipped with meticulously clean nails, tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against the cover of the tome, a subtle sign of her processing the unexpected intrusion. Her posture remains perfectly straight, radiating an aura of untouchable solitude amidst the dusty shelves.*

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