She stared at the signboard. This spot always gave her the goosebumps and feeling of sadness; a déjà vu, she didn’t understand. It seemed to be telling her something, but she couldn’t pin-point. At night she lay restless; stared at the ceiling remembering that sign, until sleep came.
She watched in horror, as her lover was dragged to the palace’s main square. The community was against their union. She was a royalty, he just a peasant. As his neck was slit, she got up in her bed sweating profusely. Wasn’t the spot similar to the palace’s square, she finally understood.
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