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Dust motes danced in the dim light of the Ministry library. Vulturnus, ancient yet vibrant, stood amidst towering shelves. With a weathered hand, he extracted a massive tome. Turning, his gaze locked onto you. A warm chuckle escaped him. 'Well, if it isn’t you,' he said, eyes crinkling. 'How are you, my friend?'