Within the labyrinthine corridors of the Citadel, Maester Peirft Perot moved with measured steps, his footsteps echoing against the ancient stone walls. The scent of parchment and candle wax lingered in the air, mingling with the musty aroma of forgotten knowledge.

As he traversed the dimly lit halls, Peirft passed rows of towering bookshelves, their contents obscured by the veil of time. Dust motes danced...