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... only by the rhythmic scratching of a charcoal pencil against heavy parchment. Tall, arched windows let in the silver light of the moon, which played over the spines of thousands of leather-bound volumes. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and the faint, ozone-like tang of high-density mana that seemed to permeate every corner of the manor.
Vane stood hunched over the central table, his eyes fixed on a map that detailed the borderlands between the Aurelian Empire and the scorch ...
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