Night at the Museum
As Steve described the theft, the room seemed to fade away. His memory carried them to that silent night, years ago, when he had stood outside the grand museum cloaked in darkness. Every detail returned to him—the tension, the adrenaline, the fear.
With tools in hand and desperation pushing him forward, he bypassed alarms and crept past cameras. When he finally reached the display case, the sight of the antique ring glimmering in the moonlight felt unreal. Taking it had felt like triumph at the time—an illusion that would later unravel into shame.
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