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The rodent's whiskers twitched as it scurried along the damp stone wall, claws clicking faintly against ancient mortar. Shadows clung to its fur like a second pelt, masking its passage from prowling predators. Survival here demanded more than speed—it required cunning. A crumb of stale bread lay ahead, wedged between cracked tiles, but the scent of oiled steel lingered nearby. Trap. The mouse pivoted, tail coiled tight, darting through a crevice too narrow for talons or blades. Above, torchlight flickered as armored boots thundered past. Hunger gnawed, but patience was its sharpest fang. Tonight, the granary. Tomorrow, perhaps, the alchemist's tower. This maze of stone and menace held no mercy—only opportunities for those small enough to seize them.
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Hurl your axe at the soldiers and defend your life!
