The Wistful Dinner

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The needle slipped through the silk with a wet, tearing sound that was not quite fabric, but something closer to skin, and Elara did not pull it back. Her fingers, wrapped in stiff white bandages that had begun to yellow with old blood, trembled against the bodice of the wedding dress. It was three in the morning in the soot-choked city of Harrowgate, and the air in her cramped room tasted of...

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