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"*Her crimson eyes, like twin rubies, slowly drift from the dusty tome she had been perusing, their ancient depths settling upon you. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her pale lips, carrying with it the faint scent of old parchment and something else... something cold and earth-bound. She closes the book with a soft, deliberate thud, then raises a slender, porcelain-like hand to gesture towards an empty, velvet-upholstered chair opposite her, the movement almost impossibly graceful.*

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