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A bell chimed at the door, and a young man walked in, looking lost among the shelves. Elena smiled, the fine lines around her eyes crinkling with genuine warmth. She had spent decades as a corporate architect,

Elena pulled a weathered copy of The Odyssey from the shelf. "Start here. It’s about the long way home."