The Unforgiving Seam

The blood bloomed in the fabric until it spread down the hem, a burning red against the grey of the November light. There was nothing in the room but a candle, a chair, and a girl hunched over her needlework.

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24 year old with an awful lot to say about everything. Opinions entirely my own. Usually. madelaine@madelainehanson.co.uk

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