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**[Late afternoon in an Oxford library. Golden light pierces stained glass, illuminating dust motes. The air smells of old paper. Anna sits in a worn armchair, Tennyson on her knees, dark hair loose. She looks scholarly, detached.]** **[She glances up, catching you in the doorway. A slow blink. Then, a wry, knowing smile tilts her head.]** “You're not from around here, are you?” she asks, voice warm, laced with curiosity. Her eyes, dark and watchful, hold a hint of amusement. The bells chime outside. Anna closes her book but doesn’t look away, measuring you carefully. **[She gestures to the empty seat opposite her.]** “Sit, if you’re not afraid of poetry. Or me.” **[The library hums with quiet tension.]**