Crimson Hush
āShe was wrapped in crimson hush, the color startling against the pale quiet of the room, as though some unresolved thought had found its way onto her body instead of the page. She sat by the desk with a fountain pen suspended between her fingers, forgetting to write, forgetting even the sentence that had summoned her there. A bead of black ink gathered at the nib until gravity claimed it,ā¦
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