The Alpha King's Breeder
The fire escape survived, which is now my only way up, so I take it, ignoring the warriors teeming two stories below me and the idea of falling through the scorched floorboards as I climb through what remains of the window, the glass shattered and falling through the grates in the metal fire escape.
The hole where I horded my treasures is gone. Burnt dollar bills flap in a soft breeze, scattered across what’s left of the floor. I gather any that remain intact, stuffing them in my pocket, and search for what I came back here for.
I kick a piece of debris away and see the pale, opalescent gleam of the moonstone. I must be the Goddess’s favorite this morning, because Her light is most definitel
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