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We were servants by fate, sisters by choice, and thieves by skill and practice. And we were looking for coins to steal.
Orange and crimson blossomed across the western sky as the sun began to descend. The market had been busy. The strongholders mostly wore patched tunics, and they were lean from winter, but they looked thrilled to be outside again after a pale and drizzly winter when the wind never seemed to stop howling. The air was dusty from shuffling feet and smelled of woodsmoke and fried pastries.
The curfew drums would beat at sunset, so strongholders and visitors alike hustled to get in the day’s last business before the stronghold’s gates were closed. One last boot to be mended, one final loaf of bread to be sold . . . and one more coin to be lifted.
Coins bought freedom, so I watched the market from a narrow alley between the winter-worn shops, waiting for an opportunity to take one more.
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