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Nobody's luck was that good, not even Sawyn the Sly. As the pile of coins grew in front of her, the house's staff — a collection of heavily-armed ruffians — formed a line behind her to cut off her exit. The thugs thought they'd gone unnoticed until, plucking a platinum piece from her pile, Sawyn said, "I guess you'll be expecting me to cash out, then."

They hadn't seen the slingshot up her wide sleeves before, and few enough saw it after.

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