This zine is
knives, of course. Lots of ‘em. Seedy tavern called the rouge rogue. Odd jobs that should stay hush-hush. Fence fancy like those dandy fops. You thought that hit? ‘Twas just my cloak. Pluck out your eye and watch it grow legs. The big score: heist the Time King’s crown. And tons of other roguish shit. Like things to steal and people to kill.
