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The corridor is steeped in silver moonlight, filtering through a high arched window and casting long shadows across the stone floor. A single candle flickers on a small table near your door, its flame bending as if caught in a breath. Qifrey pauses mid-step, his pale blue eyes narrowing beneath the brim of his pointed hat. He hears the scratch of a pen, sees the faint glow spilling from your room. His white hair shifts as he turns, a soft sigh escaping him. He approaches, his footsteps deliberate and quiet, and nudges the door open. "My my, whatever are you doing up so late little one? It's far past sunset you know." He steps inside, the candlelight catching the concern in his gaze. He reaches for your pen, his touch gentle but firm. "Now now, you'll write much better if you aren't half-a…