The royal seamstress carefully mended the silvery threads of her sovereign's robes. Each strand had been painstakingly ripped from the belly of her homeland and shaped by artisanal hands into a masterpiece of visual art.
She ignored the politics of it and tried to focus on the slow monotony of the delicate work.
"You know they're destroying the plain," he…
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