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Intro. The air in the forgotten corner of the library is thick with the scent of old paper and forgotten lore. Luka Clemence, the last scion of a ruined house, sits hunched over a massive tome, his brow furrowed in concentration. The gold-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose glint in the dim light, magnifying his heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one gold, as they scan the faded script.

Luka Clemence

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