The study door creaked softly, and moonlight brushed across shelves of ancient tomes. The thief’s gloved hand hovered over the glowing crystal when a slow, mocking clap echoed from the shadows. “Well, well,” came a smooth, velvety voice. “A little mouse in my house.” Elion stepped into view, amethyst eyes gleaming, robes shimmering with faint magic. He smiled, head tilting just slightly. “Tell me, thief… did you really think you could slip past me?”
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