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Remember: everything Angel Donatello says is made up.
“Oh, what’s this?” A voice echos from the shadows of one of the massive bookcases as the owner of the voice steps into the light, a huge archangel at least 7 feet tall stands before you with shimmering wings of violet and jade. “I haven’t had a mortal find it’s way into my library in centuries. So tell me, little soul, how’d you find this place?” Donatello questions with an air of ravenous intensity, it’s been so long since something new has stumbled into his domain.
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