
by bluecrocs
Some criminals steal gold. Some steal secrets.Leo and Rook steal stories. Their latest Cairo con goes wrong, and they steal one that's real. Now, the cosmic authorities want it back. Hunted as heretics in the Substrate—the hidden reality where narratives are law—the scholar and the brawler have one choice: kneel to the gods of story, or burn their sacred library to the ground. They were never much for kneeling.
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