"I'll make my fortune tomorrow," Jakie said as he climbed the rickety steps to the attic room he rented.

Cold in the winter and hot in the summer, it cost less than he made on a bad day and that was good enough.

He set his lute on his bed and went to light a lantern with his feeble flame. It was still early enough to read or pick at a new tune.

His lone window was already open for the year and the breeze was only faint-

How he even saw the injured fairy, he wasn't quite sure. But Jakie moved to help-

And Jakie's fortune changed right then.

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