When the steward discovered the loss, he dropped his torch in horror, sending flames licking up the velvet curtains lining the chamber walls. The resulting blaze was minor, but symbolica scar left to mark the violation. Mage-scribes pored over the broken sigils that had once protected the relic, frowning at the fading echoes of power, mumbling about unraveling wards and shadow-magic. Lady Serelith, Master of Lore, was summoned from the Tower of Glyphs to interpret the shattered spell-lines. What she read there made her face pale and her voice fail. "This was not theft," she whispered. "This was invitation." Those who heard her words shuddered, for none could guess what might have been invited in.
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