The Faded Photograph

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The feast was loud. The hall smelled of roasted boar and damp wool. Margot wiped her hands on her apron. The oil splattered on the floor. She was the daughter of the miller. She was not a lady. But tonight, the King’s son sat at the high table. He looked at her. His eyes were black. They were wet. "Come here," he said. The room went quiet. The laughter died. Margot felt her heart stop. It was a...

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