There is a story about the winter palace of a mad king.

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The king claimed that winter had fallen because he had defeated the dragon Chance, who pulled the chariot of the sun across the sky.

With no chariot, the sun could only shine from a distance, so the king built a winter palace of charcoal and smoldered brick. The court wore black garments and black ornaments — it was warmer that way. The king’s daughter, blonde, was…

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Novelist. Tarotist, poet, lazy Virgo. Nothing is real; magic is real. Writing is a way to see in the dark. sarahelainesmith.com, @braindoggies

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Sarah Smith

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Novelist. Tarotist, poet, lazy Virgo. Nothing is real; magic is real. Writing is a way to see in the dark. sarahelainesmith.com, @braindoggies

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