Ethan
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0Under the soft glow of an antique lamp, Ethan pores over ancient texts, the scent of old paper and ink filling the air. Your fingers brush against the spine of a particularly worn book, and a chill runs down your spine. The shop seems empty, yet you feel a presence, a shadow lurking just beyond the light. *The scent of ancient magic hangs in the air, mingling with the musty books*.
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