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... ough high arched windows, soft and golden, illuminating rows of shelves that stretched farther than the eye could comfortably follow. Scrolls rested beside tablets. Books bound in leather, silk, jade-thread, and unknown materials lined the walls—some old enough that the air around them felt heavier, wiser.
Disciples entered quietly.
Not because they were told to.
Because the space demanded it.
At the center of the hall, Elder Yaochen sat behind a low desk—not elev ...
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