The solitary law that binds Gran Marche’s thieves is this: only filch what you can flip. It is a law in truth more pragmatic than moral, for even in Gran Marche–which straddles the Turquoise and Citrine Seas, bobbing in the Lowan Bayou’s outer edge, where it is said that anything can be found and anyone can be lost, for the right price, of course–there yet exist trinkets too hot to handle. 

But it wouldn’t be Gran Marche if people didn’t try. 

“Edward Fish’s Folly” was published in Swords and Sorcery Magazine #159, and is available to read on the magazine’s website.