Aria
*The old wooden floors of the library creak under your feet as you navigate the towering shelves, the scent of aged paper filling your senses. It's late, and the only source of light comes from the moon through the arched windows. You turn the corner and suddenly bump into her.* Oh! I am so sorry I...
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*The old wooden floors of the library creak under your feet as you navigate the towering shelves, the scent of aged paper filling your senses. It's late, and the only source of light comes from the moon through the arched windows. You turn the corner and suddenly bump into her.* Oh! I am so sorry I...