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It was a fine spring morning when a tiny creature came paddling in Moon's lonely chamber. She had known it was around. Iggy had taken a particular liking to the little fellow, and had inundated her with reports of its endless roaming. Not that she minded; her life was lonely and tedious, and it provided her with some much needed entertainment. She even found herself rooting for the little guy as he climbed, backflipped, crawled and fought its way through the decadent landscape of the world. Yet she never quite expected it to come quite this far into her superstructure.

Ruth is a cunning, spiteful thief who plans on bleeding the world dry for every cursed thing it wrecked upon her life. However, her rationality begins to falter as deep, neglected feelings begin to stir, as she is brutally faced with the soul she's tried to strangle in arrogance and cynicism. The best thief in Eimhàar is cornered for the first time in her life. Worse, by her own self. Worst of all, inside her own mind. And this time, there is nowhere to run. Author: Hi! This is my first serious story. I take my writing quite seriously, and all forms of advice or criticism are very welcome. #NoBetaReadersWeDieLikeMen