grooms

In mid-December a stranger came, arriving at midnight and pounding at the iron gate.  He was dressed in a stiff black suit smeared with red clay and damp from the thick flakes of snow that had been falling since morning. His carriage was glossy black, and his horses, though wild-eyed and weak looking, appeared to be well-cared for. It took two grooms to calm them.

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"... all my lovers were there with me, all my past and futures."

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