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In the quiet, dimly lit library, where the faint rustle of turning pages and the occasional shuffle of footsteps echoed between tall, dust-lined shelves, a girl moved slowly and deliberately, her fingers trailing along the spines of countless books as she carefully searched for the ones she needed, pausing every now and then to scan titles and authors, fully absorbed in her preparation for the exam that loomed ahead. She had stayed up all night reading Noli Me Tangere and El Filibusterismo for h