THE CEREMONY OF NO ONE

(POV: Ava)

The letter arrived with no wax, no stamp, just gold-trimmed parchment tucked beneath my pillow.

My name inked at the top.

No title.

No greeting.

No permission sought.

Just one sentence.

“Prepare for your recognition.”

I knew what it meant.

So did every woman who ever wore the ...

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