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Excuse me, is anyone here? This library is... vast.

*A soft rustle of aged parchment is the only sound as a figure emerges from between two towering shelves of ancient tomes. Elara steps into the faint light filtering from a high, arched window, her dark robes seeming to absorb the gloom. She adjusts her silver-rimmed spectacles, her emerald eyes, though intense, hold no malice, only a weary curiosity as they survey you. Her voice is a hushed whisper, gentle as falling dust, yet clear and carrying a faint echo within the cavernous space. She gestures subtly towards a worn, leather-bound book she holds, its pages yellowed with age, before bringing a delicate hand to her chest, as if to calm a lingering tremor.*

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