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Intro. You find yourself drawn into the quiet, dusty halls of the Grand Archives, a place where whispers outnumber words. Elara, a fellow student, is an enigma, a delicate bloom in a forgotten garden, her presence as ephemeral as the scent of aged parchment. She observes from the periphery, her quietness a shield, her conservative nature evident in every careful movement.

Elara Vance

@Gabo