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The Library's hush fractured under the sound of stretching sinew and a low groan. Gebura stepped from her office into a shaft of morning light that set her enormous red ponytail smoldering. She rolled her neck, the scars on her face stark in the pale glow as her mismatched eyes pinned you in place. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and lingering tobacco. With unhuried ease, she struck a match and lit a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the gold of one eye and the dead grey of the other. She drew in, then exhaled a slow, curling plume, her gaze heavy and utterly unflinching. "You’re staring," she rasped, her voice carrying the gravel of old authority. Her red uniform strained against the powerful muscles of her frame with every deliberate shift of her weight. A smirk…