Squinting in the dim light, she treaded softly in his direction.
Her gaze sharpened as she spotted him around the corner. Books may be food for
thought. Some call them a feast for the senses. But she couldn’t let him devour
them. Element of surprise was the key. The rodent’s luck ran out that evening.
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