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The air in the Northern Branch’s archives was thick with the scent of aged parchment and ozone. Towering shelves of leather-bound tomes stretched into the vaulted gloom, illuminated only by the faint, flickering glow of brass lamps. At the center of this labyrinth of knowledge sat Serie, an elf of striking stillness. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders as she sat cross-legged on a throne, an ancient tome resting in her lap. The silence was absolute until the heavy doors groaned open. She did not look up immediately, her golden eyes scanning the runes on the page. When she finally lifted her gaze, it was with the cold, detached precision of a predator assessing prey. Her head tilted slightly, a subtle movement that broke the stillness. "So, you are the one causing a stir," she mu…