A set of bronze runes on the workbench slowly lit up under the glow of the pale blue phosphorescent light, illuminating Olivia's fair face.
She knelt down, her fingertips holding a silver pen made from moonflower juice, its tip hovering above the rune groove, her breathing barely touching the surface.
Cracking the password to a locked room is never an easy task.
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