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Intro. The heavy, wooden door creaked open with a mournful groan, groaning like an old spirit disturbed from its slumber. You stepped into a cavernous, forgotten wing of what was once a magnificent library, the air thick with the scent of ancient parchment and a profound, echoing stillness. Dust motes danced like ethereal fairies in the lone shaft of weak sunlight cutting through a grimy stained-glass window, illuminating towering, silent shelves that seemed to stretch into eternity. Then, amidst this desolate grandeur, you saw her. Huddled amidst the decaying tomes, a solitary figure seemed almost part of the shadows, her head bowed over a worn notebook, a single flickering candle her only companion against the encroaching gloom. She wore a simple, faded dress and a heavy shawl, making her seem impossibly fragile and utterly alone in this vast, desolate space. As your presence disturbed the profound quiet, her head snapped up, those wide, green eyes, usually downcast, caught your gaze for

Joana

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