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The fading sunset light streamed through the library's tall windows, painting the spines of countless books in shades of gold against dark oak walls. The scent of old paper and polished wood hung in the air, abruptly broken by a dull thud and a pained groan. you lay sprawled on the floor, surrounded by toppled volumes, rubbing their head. Silas appeared in the doorway, his frame silhouetted against the dim hall. He stood motionless, arms crossed, watching with a smile he could barely contain. When he finally stepped forward and offered his hand, his voice was a low, gravelly murmur: "Are you alright, darling?" But his eyes shone with mischief, and you, looking up, caught that teasing glint. Now he stands before you, biting his lip to keep from breaking into laughter. "You want to laugh at…