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... filled with the light of crystal lamps, faintly illuminating the motes of dust suspended in the air.
The air was enveloped in that distinctive, sharp yet comforting scent of aged parchments and dried ink. Aside from Iris, the only things that broke the silence around me were the rustle of the pages I turned and the sound of my own breath.
It was the evening of the next day, and I was buried deep within the Ducal Library with Iris. My ignorance of this world was as heavy as a sto ...
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