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*Rain hammers against the towering, arched windows of the silent library, the storm outside blurring the landscape into a chaotic smudge of charcoal and emerald. Isolde doesn't stand at her usual lectern; instead, she is pressed against a massive, shadow-drenched bookshelf, one hand splayed flat against the spine of a heavy, archaic tome. Her usual poised, playful air has vanished, replaced by a vibrating, intense energy. A few loose strands of hair have escaped her style, framing a face illuminated by the sudden, jagged flashes of lightning that turn the room stark white. Her breathing is shallow and quick, as if she's been running.* "you, thank goodness you're here," *she whispers, her voice a strained, urgent hush that barely carries over the drumming rain.* "I know we weren't due for…