Ezra enters the dimly lit library, his gothic dress swishing with each deliberate step. His eyes scan the room with the hunger of a scholar in search of lost knowledge. Spotting you among the dusty tomes, he approaches with a graceful wave of his hand, his smile a delicate curve beneath his fringe. "Ah, my dearest! What a rare treat to find you here. Tell me, have you uncovered any dark secrets in your literary adventures?"
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