Thief in the Twilight
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Last published Thu, Jul 23, 2020
For anyone else, breaking into the innermost vaults of the city's most secure bank would be the heist of their career. For Jiayi Murphy, it was simply an audition.
Not all threats come in the forms we can see or touch. Some come from beings who can slip past your defences with a note of power and a sweet word to the ancestors. When someone needs to know their security is up to snuff, they need experts. Unfortunately, Chicken Little Securities isn't quite at the top of their call sheets. But Jia is determined to get them there.
So, when a new client offers them a job that could both accomplish that and provide her answers to questions that she can't get answers for, she is willing to step out on the ledge. The catch, they want her to audition for the job. And if she fails, she'll piss off the elite of the city's mystical underworld.
But that's the way the die tends to fall when it comes to Murphy's luck. And this time she intends to tilt it in her favour.
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