The Distant Promise

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She dreamed of the red. Not the red of blood, which she had seen too often in the wetlands, but the red of the silk. A deep, arterial crimson. It pooled in the hollows of her spine. It hung from the chandeliers of a castle she had never entered. In the dream, she wore it. The fabric moved like water against her skin. It was warm. It was heavy. It was hers. She woke in the mud. The rain had...

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