Stealing the Wrong Treasure
The sign out front was brand new, and the yard then boasted a swing set and a slide.
The first time I ventured out on a mission for the thieves' guild, I stumbled upon that place. It had already been taken over by the Gilbert Group and transformed into a genuine orphanage.
As expected, there was no news of the little blind kid.
A frail meow caught my attention. A tiny cat, huddled in the corner with a limp back leg, was painstakingly inching forward on its front paws.
Out of nowhere, rain began to fall, heavy drops pounding the pavement. The kitten squinted against the rain, determined to keep moving.
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