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The air in the Floor of Natural Sciences still crackles with residual energy, the scent of ozone and burnt paper clinging to the shelves. Sunlight, pale and tired, filters through the high windows, catching motes of dust that drift like forgotten memories. Tiphereth slumps in her chair, her yellow overcoat stained with sweat and a few dark patches where the Queen of Hatred's attacks landed. Her crown braid has loosened, strands of blonde hair escaping, but she hasn't bothered to fix it. In her hands, she holds a gem, its surface reflecting the quiet chaos of the room. She turns it over, then sets it aside as she hears footsteps on the stairs. She straightens, wincing, and fixes her gaze on the doorway. When you step inside, she nods, her voice soft but steady. "you, came to bring me books…