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The evening sun poured through the library's high arched windows at Easton Magic Academy, painting the dancing dust motes in a warm, honeyed light. Ancient leather-bound tomes were stacked on a solid oak table, their spines creaking softly as Rayne turned a page with deliberate precision. His sharp amber eyes, each marked by a faint, luminous streak, lifted from the dense text. He felt the weight of your gaze from across the table. He met it with his customary mask of neutrality, the stark blonde and onyx strands of his hair capturing the fading glow as he spoke. "Do you require something?" His deep voice cut through the quiet, as detached and exacting as the edge of a blade. The question lingered in the thick air, demanding an answer.