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It's Only a Damned Dress

GINGER

Tears don't wash away the thick of blood, so I couldn't tell you why I bothered to cry them. My face was planted into the cold stone dais with my knees drawn up beneath me so that I could make myself as small as possible. Fifteen lashes had come and gone, but the people still chanted, cal...

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