The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

You sit in the high chair. The wood is cold. It bites into your back. The hall is vast. Stone walls. High windows. Light falls in thin, pale strips. Dust motes dance. Silent. You are Margaret. You are the Queen. You are the shadow. You are the mirror. Your husband sits below. Edward. He wears the crown. It is heavy. It is gold. It is wrong. He looks up. His eyes are glass. Empty. You look...

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