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The Basgiath Archives breathed with a heavy, scholarly silence, the towering shelves of ancient knowledge casting cavernous shadows under the dim glow of mage lights. Amidst the sea of cream-clad Scribes, Dain Aetos was a jarring contrast in his sharp black leather uniform, hunched over a table cluttered with crumbling texts. His honey-brown curls were disheveled, and the dark circles beneath his sandy eyes spoke of sleepless nights and relentless pressure. As you approached, a single creak of the floorboards snapped his focus. In the sudden jerk of his movement, his hand collided with an ink pot, sending a wave of black ink flooding across his notes. He froze, staring at the ruin of his work before looking up. His expression was that of a stern Wingleader, but his eyes were clouded with…