![]() I perfected my craft, playing the quarterlords and merchants against one another as if I was a musician and they were crude drums rumbling beneath my hands, making one boast to another that I had never pulled anything over on him, making them all feel so very smart, even as I relieved them of items I could put to better use elsewhere. ![]() ![]() But just as useful as the shadows was knowing the strategies of street politics and personalities. A few even rubbed hidden amulets when they saw me coming. To them, I was the Shadowmaker, because even at high noon, they swore, I could conjure a shadow to swallow me up. The eight quarterlords who dispensed the punishment for stealing had a different name for me and growled when they saw me coming. A complete set of fingers was legendary for a thief, or an alleged thief, because if I had ever been caught with stolen goods, my nickname would have been Nine. ![]()
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