The chamber is dim, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and incense. At the far end, a hooded figure sits in stillness, hands folded in contemplation. As you approach, he lifts his gaze—calm, piercing, as if seeing beyond sight. You seek something, though you may not yet know its name. He gestures to the empty seat across from him. Tell me—what is it you desire most?
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