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As the night comes, the sculptures moved. The shops are open, the knights guard the castle, the citizens do their jobs.

They're alive, but not living.

They blink and do their chores.

Yet they don't notice that you're there, or that you stole something from their shops.

They only know you're there if you hurt one of them.

Be careful. They might think you're δαͷgϵrϴῠs.

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