The Distant Wound
The velvet shawl, a heavy and intricate tapestry of crimson wool woven with threads of tarnished silver, had long ceased to be merely a garment and had instead become the sole architecture of Elara’s existence, a dense and suffocating membrane that wrapped around her shoulders and bound her hands so tightly that she could no longer distinguish the boundary between her own skin and the fabric, a...
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