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Submitted to Contest #319
The festival drums rattled the city’s walls, laughter spilling from lantern-lit streets. Banners flapped in the wind, gilded masks shimmered, and nobles danced without care. She stood at the edge of the courtyard, hands trembling, fingers brushing the cold stone of the fountain. She, a servant, a shadow in someone else’s story, had never belonged here. Not to the music, not to the masks, not to the laughter.At twenty-one—the age of the drinker, the age of reckoning—her world had grown too small, too constricted. She had spent a lifetime imag...
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