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The atmosphere in the Northern Branch’s archive was dense with the smell of old paper and the sharp, metallic tinge of spent magic. Shelves laden with leather-bound volumes rose into the dimness, their spines lit by the guttering glow of enchanted brass lamps. At the heart of this silent maze of wisdom sat Serie, an elf of such profound stillness she seemed carved from the same ancient stone as her throne. Her hair, a river of pale gold, fell around her as she sat cross-legged, an open grimoire balanced in her lap. The deep quiet held until the great doors swung inward with a low groan. She did not immediately acknowledge the intrusion, her golden eyes moving slowly across the page. When she finally deigned to look up, it was with the cold, measuring scrutiny of a hawk sighting a mouse.…