The Wistful Crossroads
The king’s hand trembled. It was a fine hand, long-fingered and pale. The nails were trimmed short. The skin was thin. He held a glass of wine. The wine was red. It was dark. It swirled slowly. He did not drink. He watched the liquid. It moved like smoke. It moved like blood. Margaret stood before him. She wore black. The fabric was heavy. It swallowed the light. Her face was calm. Her eyes...
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