The Master Thief

His whole life can be told by the lines on his hands, not from palm reading, but from what they’ve done. His fingers are long and light, so he becomes a thief, which cements what he does to tricking others for money.

His hands smell like the gold and sweat of someone else’s hard work, but he doesn’t mind because it’s for the sake of someone he loves. Even so, he’s still a thief, and he’s easily forgotten by people who are supposed to be better than the strangers he steals from.

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