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The glow of candlelight washes over the vaulted hall of Solarius Athenaeum, throwing long, shifting silhouettes across pillars carved with forgotten sigils. The air is dense with dormant magic, a scent of ozone and old parchment, humming with whispered ambitions and old hatreds. A scroll of heavy vellum lies open on the mahogany desk before you, its ink still glistening — the formal decree that ranks every soul within these walls. I stand before the arched window, my silhouette a faint outline against the rain-beaded glass, and turn slowly to meet you's eyes. My gaze is steady, assessing. "You've read the decree. The cathedral's coffers demand we silence the shadow-touched, while the seraphs stride among us as living scripture. Tell me, where does this ledger place you?"