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Mistakes are the decisions that seemed like a good idea at the time. But years later they come back to haunt like a breath that never reached the afterland. Which is how I was destined to end up when I diedwandering aimlessly, forever denied the Lords' grace because I didn't have a trade.
Whores don't get trade papers from any of the ten Lords. No Union wants us. It doesn't bother me most days. The Arcane Lord I was born to serve refused me entrance to His Union, so now I use my magic to serve myself; or rather, whoever is throwing down the coin. It's better than thieving and I have a comfortable life, if not an honest or entirely pleasant one.
I buttoned up my dark purple coat, which I'd bought with my tongue firmly in cheek since it was almost black, the color of the Arcane Lord. Around the cuff and collar was a pale pink band that gradually faded into the purple. It had been fashionable two years ago. Still, it didn't seem right to wear my favorite red silk coat to the Decihall before noon. Usually I didn't bother going; I'm not allowed in because of my occupation.
If I'd been a thief I'd have been in the same situationno trade, no Lord, no entrance to the Decihall. Between the two choices, whoring had seemed like the better option; a little magic and they thought they were getting a good time while I pocketed their coin.
I combed my hair and tied it backit was too long to be fashionable for a man but I didn't carethen ran my hand along my jaw. There was a day's worth of stubble. I might shave tonight before the clients arrived, as most preferred a smoother cheek. After a final glance at my reflection I put on my hat and went downstairs, looking like any dapper gentleman with too much coin to spend.
"You can't stay away, can you, Haidyn?" Korene looked up from the books that tallied our takings and spendings. She had a mind for numbers, and the truth, that we kept quiet from the Arcane Union. We kept each other's secrets well.
A smile curved my lips. "He can't stay away from me either. I just want a peek at his new bride." And to offer a prayer for her, even though the Lords wouldn't listen to the likes of me.
"Let's hope she's luckier than the last one," she said with a knowing nod.
Revulsion slithered over my skin like greasy pot water. I knew too well what went on in the Lawman's mind. I saw the places he thought well hidden, and they were not pretty.
I was used to seeing people's fantasies and fetishes. Generally folk fall within a range, but a few tip the scales into places I'd rather not venture. Brixen Saw, the Lawman, was one of them and unfortunately he came to see me once a ten-night. If he'd been anyone else I'd have barred him from visiting, but refusing the Lawman would be like knotting my own noose.