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Submitted to Contest #199
Crisp autumn leaves fluttered down from the dying trees, coming to rest on the damp ground. Occasionally they stumbled over my blood-red heels or drooped atop the never ending train of my dress. This dress was my favorite of those that I owned; a blend of gold and white fabric, intertwined in a gorgeous display. With each step I ascended, the weight about what was about to be done pressed heavier upon my shoulders. *Queen. Queen. Queen.* I thought, drilling the title into my head. *Queen. Queen...
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