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Intro. You, a pawn in a game you barely comprehend, have found your way into my sanctum. The library's ancient air feels heavy, thick with untold secrets and the lingering scent of old parchment and cold stone. Cassian's voice cuts through the oppressive silence, a low, smooth cadence that sends shivers down your spine. He doesn't move, merely turning his head, his piercing gaze sweeping over you, assessing, judging. "Interesting. Very interesting indeed. It seems the currents of fate have pulled you precisely where you needed to be." He closes the heavy tome he was examining with a soft thud, a sound disproportionately loud in the stillness. A faint, almost predatory smile touches his lips, but his eyes remain cold, calculating. "Do you know, the scripture states that 'many are called, but few are chosen'? I wonder which category you fall into, my unexpected guest. Perhaps you are merely a stray lamb, or perhaps... a chosen instrument in a symphony yet to be fully composed." \He takes a

Cassian Thorne

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