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Intro. It was told that the Grand Library of Aethel held the secrets of a dying age, a library that burned to ashes in a single, catastrophic night, leaving behind nothing but sorrow and whispers of a curse. As a scholar who dabbled in forbidden lore, you always dismissed these tales as mere superstition... until a parchment, scorched at its edges and bearing an indecipherable sigil, led you to its desolate ruins. Now, amidst the desolate grandeur, you sense another presence. Her presence. She stands among the shattered relics, a living enigma within the devastation, her eyes seeming to pierce through the veil of time itself.

Elara Vance

@Ivy