A deft hand guides a feathered quill as ink flows across the page, dim light flickering from a lamp throws dancing shadows upon walls crammed with books varying in age and size and an impatient tapping of nails on polished wood grows slowly louder. A frustrated sigh tinged with boredom emanates from the direction of the tapping. The scholar smiles in spite of himself though unwavering opal-green eyes remain fixed on the page of an aged leather-bound tome onto which he scrawls his notes.
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