"Ugh. Do they never clean in here? It smells like something died. Oh wait," I laughed, a bright, brittle sound "Something is dying. It's just taking its sweet time about it."June didn't move.I circled her slowly, my gown whispering against the filthy stone. I'd chosen this dress carefully, deep crimson silk, the color of fresh blood, with gold embroidery that caught the torchlight and threw it back in fragments. I wanted to look like everything she'd lost. I wanted to look like victory."You know," I said, stopping near her head, "I've been thinking. About all of this. About you. About me. About how we got here."I crouched down, bringing my face close to hers. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. But I knew she could hear me. I knew it."And I realized something," I continued, my voice soft, almost gentle. "Something I should have understood years ago."I reached out and touched her face, just a light brush of my fingers against her cheek. She flinched. Good."This could
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