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Inside the vault, the air was cold and smelled of ozone. The sapphire sat on a velvet pedestal, glowing with an internal, rhythmic light. But as her fingers grazed the stone, the room flooded with light.

"I expected the Fox of Silvergate to be taller," a voice drawled from the doorway. Veronika_HornyThiefTales.mov

Veronika wasn't after gold—gold was heavy and common. She was after "The Siren’s Tear," a sapphire rumored to be cursed, kept in a vault that had never been breached. The Breach Inside the vault, the air was cold and smelled of ozone

"And I expected the Captain to be at his post," she retorted. "I suppose we’re both disappointments tonight." The Escape Inside the vault