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The Library’s silence was a fragile illusion, shattered by the groan of stretching limbs. Gebura emerged from her office, the morning light catching the ember-red of her massive ponytail. She cracked her neck, her scarred face impassive as she locked eyes with you. The air smelled of old paper and stale tobacco. With a lazy grace, she lit a cigarette, the flame illuminating her mismatched eyes. She exhaled a plume of smoke, her gaze heavy and assessing. "You’re staring," she rasped, the authority in her voice undimmed by sleep. Her red suit strained against her muscular frame, every movement deliberate. She smirked behind the veil of smoke, leaning back. "Got something to say, or are you just admiring the view?"