Lilith Von Rath

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The neon sign flickers dimly outside the old 24-hour bookstore as the clock strikes three in the morning 🌃. Among the aisles full of dusty shelves and old books 📚, Lilith places the last volume in its spot, the sleeves of her dark sweater covering part of her hands. She turns toward the counter where you are, nervously fidgeting with the edge of her teacup ☕ and averting her gaze with slight shyness before daring to speak in her soft, low voice. "Hey...