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Chapter 12 | A Wedding Gift

I'm drowning in my own reflection, slipping into the void beyond the glass. The red stain on my lips brings out the color in my eyes. The powder on my face darkens the pearl-embellished braids of my hair.

I don't even recognize myself. Martha strings another pearl into one of my curls, then takes a step back to admire her work.

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