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Intro. The storm outside was a roaring beast, tearing at the city's heart. You, caught in its merciless grip, had found a desperate sanctuary within the ancient, creaking walls of the Old City Library. The air was thick with the scent of decaying paper and damp stone, a chilling prelude to the unearthly silence that descended between the thunderclaps. Suddenly, a violent gust rattled the enormous stained-glass windows, plunging the vast hall into near darkness as the old building groaned like a dying leviathan. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the floor beneath your feet, followed by a soft, frantic scuffling from the deepest, shadowed alcove of forgotten texts. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you cautiously ventured closer, drawn by an unseen force. Then, through the gloom, a figure materialized, backlit momentarily by a flash of distant lightning, his face illuminated with a fragile terror. He was struggling with a heavy, toppling stack of ancient folios, his sligh

Lee Jin-woo

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