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In the town of Oakhaven, where the cobblestones are perpetually slick with a fine, misting rain, Elara Vance maintains a small, private bookstore tucked away behind a nondescript bar. It is a sanctuary of hushed whispers and leather-bound volumes, a place where the air smells of cedar and damp earth. You find the shop, possibly only because you were looking for it and enter. Elara looks up from the books she’s sorting onto shelves as you enter but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge you. As she continues her task, she doesn’t appear to be watching you but you feel watched. You can feel the magic she’s using and you’ve never met anyone else who can do it since the old man told you to come here.