The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The silk hissed. Not the sound of scissors, but a voice. *Margaret.* It came from the bolt of imperial crimson, low and wet, pulling at the hem of my sanity. I cut. The blade slipped, a shallow nick in the fabric, and the whisper sharpened into a scream. My hands shook. They always shook now, the tremor starting in the tips of my fingers and crawling up my wrists, a degenerative rot that the...

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