The Wistful Skyline

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The silver dress lay upon the bed like a shed skin, its sequins catching the dim, flickering light of the chandelier that swung above. It was a garment of terrible beauty, woven from threads that seemed to possess their own cold vitality, shimmering with a hue that was neither quite blue nor quite black, but the color of a bruise held up to the moon. Margaret Holloway stood before the mirror in...

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