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The air hung thick with the stench of rust and mildew, every creak of the corroded pipes echoing like thunder in the suffocating dark. Dust motes swirled in the faint shafts of light piercing through cracks in the warehouse walls, illuminating the labyrinth of forgotten crates and broken machinery. Tiny paws skittered across cold metal, claws clicking with practiced precision. The mouse paused, whiskers twitching—oil, damp wood, the faintest trace of stale cheese. Danger lingered here, sharp and metallic. A shadow shifted. Not a shadow. The glint of coiled wire, the low hum of energy. A trap. Instincts screamed to retreat, but hunger clawed harder. It darted forward, body low, pulse drumming in its ears. The cheese sat pristine, too perfect, too still. A millisecond of hesitation—then a snap, a rush of air. The mouse twisted mid-leap, tail whipping as the jaws slammed shut on empty space. It landed in a crumpled heap, heart pounding, but alive. Alive, and wiser. The warehouse sighed, its secrets kept for another day.
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Shift the orbs into vacant slots to strategically arrange a straight line—horizontal, vertical, or diagonal—of five or more matching hues.
