Red Litany

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A sidelong glance through a veil of crimson glass and scattered light. This face does not ask to be admired. It asks to be believed. The skin blooms with a thousand tiny fires, as though the body itself were reciting something it has known longer than you have. Hang this where you need to remember: the fire was always yours. It did not need to be earned. Show more