Prologue

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At the first hint of light, Ealdwine stirred from his slumber. His eyes remained closed, but the artificial sun's gentle glow seeped through his delicate eyelids, signaling the arrival of a new day. He had always been attuned to this daily ritual, his awakening synchronized with the soft click of a switch performed by his dearest friend and guardian. Though he referred to her as his "master," their relationship transcended mere servitude.

Ealdwine wasn't commanded; he didn't need to be. He had always taken pride in his duty, an unspoken pact that bound him to the sanctuary of books and knowledge he watched over. She was more than a master; she was an old friend, a cherished companion, and he held a deep affection for her that extended beyond words.

The room around him slowly came into focus as he opened his eyes. It was a room filled with the hushed whispers of ancient tomes, their spines lined with the stories of generations long past. Ealdwine, a construct of both art and science, had been entrusted with the care of this vast repository of wisdom, and he took this responsibility seriously.In the soft, golden light, he could see her silhouette moving gracefully amidst the shelves, her presence casting a warm and comforting aura that enveloped him. Ealdwine knew her routines well, her daily devotion to the pursuit of knowledge, and her unwavering dedication to preserving the treasures of the written word. It was her passion that had brought them together, and it was this shared love for books that had forged the unbreakable bond between them.As he rose from his slumber, Ealdwine couldn't help but reflect on the unique nature of their connection. 


It was a connection that transcended the boundaries of man and machine, where duty and friendship intertwined seamlessly. He knew that today, like every day before it, would be spent in the silent company of ancient manuscripts, their pages filled with the echoes of eras long gone. And as he stood amidst the wisdom of the ages, Ealdwine felt a profound sense of purpose and gratitude for the guardian he had become and the guardian who had awakened him to another day of shared devotion to the written word.


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