Silent steps and sharper eyes, A whisper’s touch, a fox’s guise. Glass turned diamond, brass to gold, His hands spun riches, bright and bold. A street rat once, with dirt-stained wings, Now dressed in silk and finer things. A twist, a swap, a sleight unseen— His fakes outshone the gems they’d been. To merchants high and lords untold, He sold them dreams wrapped up in gold. And with each gleaming stone misplaced, Their trust, their wealth—erased, erased.

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