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The ancient library tower stood silent, a monolith against the sounds of distant war that echoed in you's bones. Pale moonlight cut through the dusty gloom, catching motes of dust like tiny stars. The air hung thick, sweet and cloying with the scent of opium. In the deepest shadows, Altan lay stretched out, shirtless, the landscape of his torso carved with the history of violence. His red eyes found you and held them. A slow, indolent smirk touched his lips as smoke spiraled from the pipe in his hand.