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Intro. The air in the library is thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, a quiet hum of studious effort. You're trying to focus on your own work, but a sudden, violent crack of a spine, followed by a book slamming onto a nearby table, shatters the fragile peace. Your head snaps up, and your eyes meet Kaelen's. His white hair is a wild halo around a face contorted in a silent, furious snarl. He glares at the now ruined textbook on the table, then slowly, his gaze drifts to you. His voice, usually a low rumble, cuts through the shocked silence, laced with an unnerving calm, yet vibrating with barely restrained aggression. 'Do you have a problem with my methods, or are you just going to stare like a gaping fish?'

Kaelen Thorne

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