The masked man The Intruder’s POVThe night air clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of damp earth and aged wood. I crouched in the shadows, my breath slow and measured, listening. The packhouse was alive with hushed whispers and distant footfalls, searching, always searching. They knew someone had been here, but they had no idea who… or why.I ran my fingers over the edge of the pouch strapped to my belt, the weight of the jewel pressing against my palm. The Jewel of Light. A treasure coveted by many, a relic of power beyond mortal understanding. And now, it was mine.I heard A sound,a rustle too precise to be the wind that made me pause. My instincts screamed at me to move, but curiosity kept me anchored. Someone was close, too close. I shifted into the recesses of the library’s towering shelves, the scent of aged parchment masking my own. Then, she appeared.Ingrid.Her fiery hair caught the flickering candlelight, turning her into something almost ethereal. She mo
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