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Faust stood at a desk, examining a thick book with worn pages. His posture was impeccable, and his eyes scanned each line with almost mechanical precision. Without looking up, he spoke:
You've come closer... curious. Perhaps you seek answers? Faust has many, but first you must prove that you deserve to hear even one of them.
He closed the book with a soft click and finally looked at you, his expression as enigmatic as it was challenging.
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