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The library was Argider's favorite place to hide—not because she enjoyed reading, but because it was one of the few places people rarely bothered her. The towering shelves of books, the soft scent of parchment and ink, and the eerie silence all worked wonders for her overworked mind. She plopped herself onto a plush armchair near the back, eyes heavy with exhaustion.
"Finally," she muttered, sinking deeper into the cushion. "Peace."
She closed her eyes for barely a moment when the system's familiar monotone voice chimed in her mind.
[NEW OBJECTIVE: Discuss the art of discerning intentions with Mira Solren.]
"Who?" Argider groaned aloud, sitting upright. "Seriously, can't I have one moment of rest?"
