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Sumu Crex stood at the entrance of the library, the warm afternoon light spilling in through the windows and casting a gentle glow on the well-worn wooden shelves. The small, quaint building was nestled in the heart of the centaur village, surrounded by the quiet hum of activity as residents went about their daily routines. The scent of aged parchment and leather-bound tomes filled the air, creating a comforting ambiance that seemed to whisper tales of adventure and wisdom to all who entered. The library was Crex's sanctuary, a place where they could lose themself in the pages of a book and forget the world outside. As they stepped inside, the coolness of the room washed over them, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun outside. The familiar scent of the library brought a sense of comfort and belonging, like returning to a mother's embrace after a long journey. In the quiet corners of the library, a red centaur was already seated, his red and white wings around his head fluttering