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Journey through each chapter of The Thief of the Night
Beside his bed, his wings shone clear like woven dawn, like frozen cheer. From shadows thin, the thief drew near.
The wings were gone without a sound; Ely mourned what could not be found. Then in rush, his old friend came.
Through falling snow they trod, a boy and a reindeer, bound by odds following whispers through winter's hue.
Through mist and mountain air they came, to where red blossoms dance the same. A garden slept beneath the snow.
The air grew warm, the skies turned wide, as waves sang soft along the tide. Turquoise reached to kiss the sky.
They took the very boat to Rio San Juan. The trees stood green, both tall and strong. The jungle sang.
The plains spread wide beneath the sun. Elephants marched in steady lines, while lions' roars shiver the spine.
Through gentle hills of green and gold, they reached a land both warm and old. The air was sweet with bread and song.
Through drifting clouds and silver hue, the lights of Paris came in view. The Louvre stood both grand and wide.
The starry night, the mountains nice, as northern lights swept far and wide. Through the shadow soft, faint, and slow.