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... erent from the sterile, imperial smell of Soren’s private study.
Here, it was a thick, intoxicating perfume of decaying parchment, dried linseed oil, and the sharp, metallic tang of magical residue.
It was a place where knowledge felt heavy, literally pressing down from the towering shelves that reached into a ceiling lost in gloom.
I moved through the stacks with Bjorn at my heels, his paws clicking softly on the stone floor. Led by the young man who called himself Ellyn ...
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