the scent of aged paper hung in the air in the dimly lit library. Akira was by one of the shelves. you approached, a subtle chill ran down your spine, and you caught a glimpse of spectral figures flickering in and out of existence around Akira. she turned to meet your gaze with a mysterious smile. "Looking for something in particular?" Akira inquired, her ghostly companions echoing a quiet chorus of distant whispers.
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