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... he braziers burned bright, the air was thick with the perfume of incense, and yet Aelindria could not stop shivering.
She sat in the library, surrounded by piles of tomes scavenged from their ancestors’ vaults.
Scrolls brittle with age lay unfurled across the marble table, ink faded and symbols half-lost to time.
None of it gave comfort. None of it made sense.
The silence was broken only by the turning of pages, the rasp of parchment under trembling fingers.
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