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The tiny shadow darts through crumbling walls, claws scraping ancient stone. Every rustle of parchment echoes like thunder in the library's hollow belly. Survival here demands more than sharp teeth – it takes sharper instincts. Humans stomp above, oblivious to the warren of secrets beneath their boots. They call us vermin, never knowing we memorize their patrol patterns, steal crumbs from their feasts, turn their forgotten machinations into sanctuaries. My whiskers twitch at the scent of oiled gears – another clockwork guardian left to rust. Its hollow insides make fine nesting, if you avoid the still-twitching springtraps. Tonight's prize waits in the Scholar's Tower: a golden walnut-sized orb they call an "astrolabe." It gleams like captured moonlight, small enough to roll home with my nose. Let the owls have the rooftops. Below ground, we mice chart different constellations.
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Take to the field and command your squad in fast-paced 2D soccer action. Maneuver players, outsmart opponents, and unleash precision strikes to dominate the match. Master timing, tactics, and ball control to score—every touch counts!
