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Picture this: A city obscured by a shroud

Propped up by stilts and stilettos

Cutthroat, Cutpurse

Thief

Company of thieves be the company you keep

Knives slice the night like bloodhounds

Seven towers reaching for the sky, yea

Built atop the bones of an orphan’s shade

Scour the streets, a man - a catspaw

Shade’s Hill - an operation gone to ground

Take time to pick a murder scene clean

Overflow the coffers - Blood and Money

False priest; a house of thievin’ worship

There’s no way out

(Welcome Home)

Locke Lamora / Locke Lamora

Locke Lamora

How many lives / Lay at your feet?

Just the cost of another plot

Another scheme

Built just to further your own along

All the gold

Of the city

Won’t be enough

All the riches of the world won’t

Won’t be enough

Finding the Themes

Finding some way out of this

False priest, you preach your sacrament to me

Hold Faith: our make of nothing more