Within the gloom/shadow/dimness of ancient/forgotten/hidden libraries, where dust/motes/particles dance in sunbeams/moonlight/faint rays, lie the Forbidden Fruits of Ink. These secrets/treasures/mysteries are not fleshy/tangible/physical but intangible/written/encoded within the pages/covers/margins of books/scrolls/parchments. To consume/decipher
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