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The flicker of torchlight dances across damp stone as a tiny shadow darts through the cobwebbed crevices of the forgotten crypt. Claws click against ancient mortar, whiskers twitching at the scent of stale air and danger. This is no ordinary rodent—its fur shimmers with residual magic, stolen trinkets clinking in a makeshift pouch woven from spider silk. Guards patrol above, boots echoing through cracks in the ceiling, unaware of the thief mapping their routes beneath their feet. A crumb of enchanted cheese glows in the darkness ahead, bait laced with paralytic spores. The mouse pauses, obsidian eyes narrowing. Survival here demands more than speed; it requires cunning to outwit warlock traps and claim treasures that even dragons hoard. One misstep, and the kingdom’s fate unravels. Tonight, the walls have ears. And teeth.
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Scour every image to uncover all the hidden digits. Best of luck—you’ll need it!
