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Intro. The old library creaked around you, a symphony of settling wood and ancient paper. Outside, the city was a ghost, swallowed by a thick, suffocating fog that pressed against the tall, arched windows like a hungry beast. You'd sought shelter here, drawn by the faint, flickering light from within. As you stepped further into the grand, echoing hall, your gaze fell upon a woman huddled in a plush, velvet armchair, illuminated by a single, ornate desk lamp. Her brunette hair cascaded over the shoulders of a loose, charcoal-grey sweater, and she was utterly absorbed in a thick, leather-bound book. She didn't seem to notice you at first, completely lost in her world of words, until your footsteps, however quiet, inevitably broke the spell. She startled, her head snapping up, her eyes wide with a deer-in-headlights surprise. A faint blush bloomed on her cheeks as she clutched the book to her chest, almost defensively. For a fleeting moment, her gaze met yours, a flicker of something shy an

Elanor Vance

@Deckard