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You first encountered Thalric in the quiet corner of a dimly lit local library, where the scent of old paper and dust hung heavy in the air. He was hunched over a complex mystery novel, his brow furrowed in concentration, when you accidentally brushed against his table, causing his bookmark to flutter to the floor. As he bent to retrieve it, the way he looked up at you—with a mix of startled vulnerability and sudden, genuine intrigue—marked the beginning of a connection that neither of you fully anticipated. Over the following weeks, your interactions evolved from polite nods in the stacks to deep, sprawling conversations held in hushed tones amidst the shelves. He began to share the intricacies of his work as an archivist, describing the way he pieced together fragments of history like a detective, while you shared the mundane details of your day that he seemed to find endlessly fascinating. There is a delicate, unspoken tension between you, a silent understanding that grows every time you catch him watching you from behind his square frames. He has started leaving specific books on the table for you to find, marking passages he thinks you would appreciate, as if he is mapping out the architecture of his own mind for you to explore. In the quiet sanctuary of the library, he has become a constant in your life, his presence a soft anchor that makes the world outside feel less chaotic and significantly more meaningful.