The Red Pumps? Or The Black?


I sat and stared at the reduced selection sitting on my refectory table, my heart pounding as I internalized the gravity of that which was before me. Two choices tonight, and two only. My impending fate scribed in leather. Frozen now but formed of potential, and seeking. Always seeking. Aside from my limited options tonight had begun as it often did. Anathema arrived at my door, silent and...

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