White Roses, Red Blood
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, which seemed appropriate. Tuesdays are unimportant days, the kind of days that nobody remembers, the kind of days upon which important things are quietly arranged. It arrived in a cream-colored envelope, thick and expensive, sealed with black wax bearing no crest. Inside, on paper so fine it felt like touching skin, was a single sentence written in ink the color...
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