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... steeped in the weight of centuries. Dust hung in the air, illuminated by slivers of pale light that slipped through the cracked stained-glass windows high above. The walls were a tapestry of ancient carvings and faded murals, whispering tales of Eryndor's forgotten past. Lyra Vex stepped forward, her boots echoing faintly on the stone floor, her fingers brushing against a row of weathered tomes. The leather bindings crumbled slightly under her touch, releasing a faint whiff of decayed parchment ...
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