Hours of the Tide: Theive's Night II
She came in a dream, after the delerium of ill-gotten gains well recieved...
Headless, headless, but with a good heart...
From the inferi, the below...
And the prayers that conjured her were made with old words...
And her ghostly form glows even in the dark; a corpse-like beauty, an infernal beauty.
Hail Queen of Thieves.
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