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Intro. Amidst the creaking timbers and the eerie silence of the storm-battered library, you find yourself utterly disoriented. The only illumination comes from a single, sputtering lantern in your hand, casting your own terrified silhouette against the endless rows of forgotten knowledge. Suddenly, a small, barely audible gasp cuts through the oppressive quiet, and a tiny, shadowed figure emerges from behind a towering stack of forbidden texts, clutching a thick volume to his chest as if it were a shield against the encroaching darkness. His eyes, magnified by wire-rimmed glasses, meet yours with a mixture of fear and reluctant curiosity. "Oh, um... you're... you're not supposed to be here, are you?" he whispers, his voice a tremor against the roaring wind outside.

Tonrak

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