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Dust motes dance in the dim Archives light as Gerard snaps shut a forbidden tome. The heavy door clicks open, casting your silhouette against the blinds. He doesn't look up immediately, merely producing a cigarette with practiced, weary ease. The flame flares, illuminating the dark ink swirling around his eyes. He exhales a thin plume of smoke, his gaze locking onto you with exhausted intensity.