She pondered the shimmer guarding the bookshelf, then grabbed a thin folio from it and ran.
The wizard appeared, grand and robed. “No ordinary urchin or thief steals from my library.”
The child trembled anticipating his wrath.
“It takes a wizard’s eyes to see my wards. Let me train yours.”
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