The Distant Summer
The chandelier sways. It is a brass thing, heavy and ornate, dripping with crystal that catches the gaslight and throws fractured rainbows across the damp stone floor. You are standing in the center of it. You are wearing a dress of emerald silk, cut low, cut daringly. You feel the fabric against your skin. It is cool. It is wet. You are not alone. You are surrounded. The room is full of...
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