The Golden Ritual
The coat was not merely a garment but a testament, a heavy, woolen architecture of charcoal grey that Margot Thorne had worn with such ferocious consistency that it had ceased to be an accessory and become, instead, a second skin, a shell against the wind, a fortress of modesty in a world that demanded she be seen and judged and categorized by the shape of her body and the color of her hair and...
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