Seasoned Staff and Whispering Spells

The hall pulsed with a low energy. Timeworn tomes lined the racks, their parchment covers whispering tales of forgotten lore. Seasoned staff, whose faces etched with the passage of time, moved with a glacial pace, upon the hallowed ground echoing in the reverent air. Young apprentices, their eyes eager with curiosity, flitted about them, absorbing

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