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Chapter 20: A penny for a thought
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The afternoon light glanced down like a slice of gold through the billowing clouds, scattering through the streets of Sterling in dispersed glints and flashes. People skittered this way and that, pausing to hail a passing cab, to inspect a broken lace torn free from a shoe, or to simply stop and chew the fat with a fellow. In short, it was that time of day, after the small meal has been taken, when people seem most relaxed in their digestion and less wary of their surroundings. That is to say, it was the opportune moment for a scallywag such as our little mongrel Mylo to pinch a rogue penny from an unattended purse, or to lend a helpful ear to those whose tongues perpetually wagged.
On this particular day, our lad had within his possession a commodity which he knew might spark the imagination of his occasional-master: a curious story, which he himself had witnessed first-hand. And with this choicest of morsels tucked neatly away in his shar
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