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The dinner

The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting warm gold across the room as I stood frozen behind the silk screen. My fingers fumbled uselessly with the loose laces of the blouseโ€”the beautiful, soft blouse he'd laid out for me, nothing like the rough, binding cloth I was used to.

I couldn't reach the ties at my back. Of course I couldn't.

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