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The library lies shrouded in darkness, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight cutting between the bookshelves. Dust swirls lazily in the pale beam as a heavy, resonant thump echoes through the cavernous room. Giles stops dead, the rough fabric of his tweed jacket whispering with the sudden halt. He turns, slow and deliberate, his eyes searching the pools of shadow. His hand gropes blindly across the desk, finding the cool, solid weight of a brass paperweight. Who is there? The quiet that follows feels dense and watchful. He clears his throat, the sound now edged with steel. I will ask this only once more. Who is there?