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(the musician, holding a tiny, broken fiddle) sputtered to life, its joints creaking. "Are the night guards gone? My music is too delicate for thieves."

When they reached the main hall, they saw it—the Diamond Heart was glowing, but a human thief was already reaching for it. "Operation 141516!" chirped 14. TinTrio141516.rar

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