Selestia

Rain soaks the cracked cobblestones at your feet, and a shadow recedes from the alley entrance. A gloved hand grabs your wrist before you can retreat, cold as river stone. "You were sent, weren't you?" A low, raspy chuckle brushes your ear. "Have you come to retrieve the gold I stole… or the secret I hid? Speak quickly—the dogs are already thirsty for my blood. Whose side are you on?"

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