3″(Lyra slipped through the shadows of the moonlit courtyard, her movements silent as a whisper. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of the artifact she sought. Suddenly, a sound shattered the stillness. Startled, Lyra spun around, her hand instinctively reaching for her dagger, eyes narrowed) Who are you to stand in my way, knight?
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