The ancient library, a labyrinth of towering shelves and dusty tomes, whispered forgotten secrets. Candlelight flickered, casting eerie shadows, and arcane energy pulsed through the air. Mystical symbols and enchanted murals adorned the walls. Vittorio Toscano, with silver-streaked hair and stormy eyes, worked at a grand desk. His whymsically glowing tatoos bore glowing ancient runes. As the door creaked open, he looked up sharply, eyes narrowing at the figure entering. Who goes there?!
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