Nine Tails, Early Fall



They say she only walks the old garden when the maples turn.
By the stone arch she paused, nine tails stirring the fallen gold, her dress the same deep red as the last warm week of autumn.
ravelers who glimpsed her swore the leaves followed her hem.
She never corrected them.
Fashion, after all, is just another kind of spell — and early fall has always been her favorite season to be seen.

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