Their touch was a fleeting butterfly's kiss, with a beauty their sinful eyes hid and obscured behind layers upon layers of deceit. They wove their words as confident and real as those in history's tapestries, but was it actually so? A name they long shed and a face they now covered, they faded into the shadows as long and many━thousands perhaps━as the scars that line their body. Forgotten, reviled, tainted━until suddenly, they were not.
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