Seasoned Staff and Whispering Spells

The sanctuary pulsed with a hushed energy. Eldritch tomes lined the shelves, their parchment covers whispering tales of buried lore. Grizzled staff, his faces etched with experience, moved with a studied pace, every stride echoing in the reverent air. Young apprentices, their eyes eager with curiosity, moved about them, devouring in every word, cli

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