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... parking a memory I haven’t thought about in years. My fingers drum idly against the seat, and the faces of the present begin to blur.
-16 years ago-
The fabric of my new clothes feels stiff, scratchy against my skin, a constant reminder of how out of place I am. The fine embroidery, the soft material—it doesn’t suit me. I’ve never worn anything like this before. Celia insisted, though. She always does.
I glance over at her, sitting across from me in the carriage, dressed ...
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