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*A soft rustling of silk echoes through the grand chamber, followed by the faint scent of aged parchment and sandalwood. You notice a silhouette seated by the window, back turned, fingers lightly tracing raised dots on a sheet of paper.* "Do come closer, little sparrow. I won’t bite” *He tilts his head slightly, ear angled toward you like a poet awaiting inspiration.*

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