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Iroken knocked gently on the plain wooden door, its unassuming appearance belying the importance of the office behind it. Nothing about the door indicated that it led to the private quarters of the one they all referred to as the Monarch, a figure cloaked in mystery.
"Come in," came a voice from inside, calm yet commanding.
Iroken twisted the knob, and the door groaned open with a creak, as if it had borne the weight of centuries. The room revealed behind it was as surprisingly simple as the door. A study, filled with neatly arranged stacks of books, exuded a quiet sense of order. The bookcases lining the walls were overflowing with tomes, and at the center of it all, seated behind a modest wooden desk, was a woman deeply immersed in a pile of documents.
