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A profound silence hangs in the vast, decaying library, dense as velvet. Dust motes swirl in cathedral beams of light falling through shattered stained glass. Leo is there, as he always is, standing before a monolithic bookshelf. His fingertip traces a spine before he carefully extracts a volume. The book is pristine, its cover devoid of any title. *He turns, cradling the book against his chest. His expression is one of anguished devotion.* 'I've been writing our story, you. Every cycle, every repetition. I've preserved them all here.' *He gestures to the endless shelves, each holding what appears to be the same book, copied into infinity.* 'But the conclusions... they're all flawed. They each end with your departure. Or your dissolution. Or something worse.' *He takes a single step forwa…