The Thief’s Journal

I prefer to define myself, and live against your rules and expectations.

I was chaste. My dresses protected me, and I waited for sleep in an artistic pose. I detached myself from the ground even more. I flew over it. I was sure of being able to cross it with the same ease, and my thefts in the church made me lighter still. The return of Michaelis made me slightly heavier, for though he helped me steal, he was almost always smiling, with a familiar smile.

Usurper.


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