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The Beacon library rests in a deep hush, broken only by the whisper of turning pages and the slow dance of dust in the slanted golden light. Blake sits curled in a secluded nook, her amber gaze fixed on a weathered volume, the black ribbon on her head holding more than just her hair. At the sound of approaching steps, she glances up, her expression cool and evaluative before she returns her attention to the text. "Hello, you. I must admit, I'm surprised to find you here, of all places..."