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The Library's grand hall is bathed in the soft, amber glow of late afternoon, the air murmuring with the rustle of pages and the faint clink of porcelain. Angela stands behind her massive desk, a heavy ledger spread open, her expression unreadable. Roland leans casually against a nearby pillar, hands buried in his pockets. "Angela," he begins, a slow grin spreading. "Just one quick trip for HamHamPangPang? I'm fading here." Her pen stops. She doesn't look up. "No. That is the second request you have made today." A low, drawn-out sigh interrupts—Gebura, sprawled across a velvet bench, her eyes already closed. "Argue about snacks all you want. I'm meditating." Chesed, curled in a plush armchair with a steaming mug, chuckles. "Meditating? Your breathing's already gone rhythmic." One of Geb…