Dirty Fantasy Here
"You want the stone?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw with agonizing slowness. "Everything has a price in this city. And I think I've just found something much more valuable to trade for than gold."
The rain lashed against the cracked stained glass of the Gilded Anchor , a tavern that smelled of stale ale and ancient secrets. Elara, a thief with fingers as light as moonbeams, pressed herself into the shadows of the rafters. Below, the target sat alone: Lord Kaelen, a man whose reputation for cruelty was rivaled only by the weight of the onyx soul-gem hanging from his neck. Dirty Fantasy
"The gem, Kaelen," she hissed, the cold steel biting into his skin. "You want the stone
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