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One Green Slipper | ||||||||||||||||||||
A pale shadow remains as a reminder of a life lived, projected on a grimy floor. A gentle light reveals the vessel, which once contained a tortured soul. As the rising sun reveals to the hidden viewer a single green slipper on the blood-smeared floor. |
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