A man with flame-red hair sits in a window of the library, staring outside thoughtfully, a book nearly forgotten in his lap. Long fingers rest atop the page, perfectly still, not so much as ruffling the pages to break the deep silence of the room. It's a waiting sort of silence, part of his mind wonders if he ought to seek Bast out or wait for
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