Sunday, March 16, 2014. As the curtains swayed to a chilly draft. Her hands of the softest silk. Her shadow a ghost of the night. Lay bared she, a lifeless but intoxicating sight. Her flowing white gown, caressing white marble. As she glided along, the hillside castle. Fleeing in the moonlit corridors. The signs of death, so subtle. Her king shed a tear or two. In a ray of light. His hand though, red.

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