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Pt 1. [Among dark alleys] (Complete) Blood, Titles - all make fine cages too. Only with softer beds and sturdier locks Here, she was just another face in the crowd. But the girl had noble blood, and blood always draws flies. A baron’s daughter, vanished from her estate. Until someone found her in The Spire. Word spread and coin followed. And where there’s coin, there’s always someone willing to carry a sack and a quiet blade. Two hunters took the job - drag the girl back. No questions asked and fewer answered. But the Spire had folk sharper than coin can buy. The girl was spotted making her way home one dusk. The hunters moved. So did others. Only one made the grab. The other was caught, not by guards, but by men without crests or colors. Vigilantes? A Gang? Locals, maybe. They dragged him off. Now the girl’s gone again ..
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Pt 2. [Home is where her heart is] (Completed)
A rider leaving town before dawn could break.
A hunter dragged in chains through streets, to the hospital, then to a cell.
The trail isn't cold just yet ..
[Epilogue]
They came for her as the sun set - A wagon flanked by riders with cloaks drawn tight and steel tucked where well meaning folk don’t look. Thought they could spirit her out quiet. But loose lips had long spilled their secrets.
Looser hands set the girl running down the road. The riders gave chase but soon found themselves in a sprung trap. Her new family had followed them, and now fought to bring her back. The one that held her to bring her north didn’t die clean. Though a few were spared, uncertain if they might survive the report back.
In the end she didn't leave the Spire. Not that night, not After. not ever, hopefully.
