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Lina’s eyes widened as the glowing words faded, leaving a faint shimmer on the page. The room was silent now, but the shadows seemed to shift around her, stretching along the walls as if alive. The air smelled of old parchment and something darker, metallic, almost like blood, though she didn’t see any.