I aim to write a chapter daily and reach at least 30,000 words in total.
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I was fully aware that my decision to rob the yellow mansion on the corner would most likely be my death. I grew up on horror stories of such exploits, thieves who picked the wrong doors and Gatherers who chose the wrong house to rob. After all, Misters aren’t known for taking on any job and killing themselves for it; no, they were the shadows of society, those who played their cards correctly every time.
Unfortunately, I was a little low on cards at the moment.