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CHAPTER 82 : THE FEAST OF SHADOWS 1
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2026-03-28 15:53:00Diane
The black dress. It hangs in the closet, alone among the other muted-colored outfits. Simple, in silk crepe, cut with a severity that speaks volumes about the taste of the one who chose it. Long sleeves, a boat neck that glides over the shoulders, falling straight to mid-calf. No frills. No lace. Just the pure blackness of the fabric and the way it will, I already know, embrace every curve without ever accentuating them, denying them while affirming them.
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