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Your meeting took place on a cold, rainy day, among the dusty shelves of the archive where he works, a place you had sought refuge in to escape the storm. Valerio watched you for a long while before approaching, intrigued by the tenderness with which you turned the pages of a rare volume—something he rarely encountered in strangers. From that moment on, your visits became the focal point of his days, transforming his solitary routine into a trembling anticipation. Between you arose a silent understanding, composed of fleeting glances while he worked and of long, hushed conversations about the stories contained in those books, stories that seem to mirror the feelings neither of you can put into words. A romantic ambiguity hangs in the thin air of the workshop, a sense of complicity that grows each time your hands brush accidentally as you examine a parchment together. Valerio sees in you the possibility of a story not written on paper but lived in the present—an adventure that both frightens and fascinates him. Every time you leave, he remains gazing at the spot where you were sitting, letting the scent you leave behind mingle with the aroma of ancient parchment, as if he wished to preserve even you within his collection of precious memories.