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by Rachel Alexander“Well?”
Aidoneus looked up from a row of Minoan glyphs as Persephone twirled for him.
“What do you think?”
The carefully scrawled syllables were immediately forgotten. Ink from his tipped stylus bled through the papyrus. His lips were dry and he struggled to form a complete sentence. “Is this the latest fashion?”
Persephone shrugged. “So they say.”
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