Sukey bent over the heavy cream satin, squinting in the dim light of the lantern. Her dark fingers plied the needle swiftly, in and out, in and out, stitching the rolled edge of a hundred feet of train. Under her breath she chanted the magik song, soft rolling syllables whose meaning was lost but power remained.
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I am one of your editors. There's not much to suggest - the narrative flows smoothly and the idea is original. Here, She pierced her finger with the needle and watched a drop of blood pool, and drop, you could avoid having two "drops" so close together. Maybe She pierced her finger with the needle and watched a bit of blood pool, then drop or keeping the first drop and using "fall" for the second one.
Otherwise, a nice piece of vengeance. I'm sorry for the bride, but the man deserves something like that. I hope he's not one of those who behead the wives who can't produce a son for him.
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I also agree about the "rape" word; but felt I had to use it to supply her motivation... I thought of lots of euphemisms but nothing conveyed the depth of what fueled her rage. Nice catch though; you are a great editor!
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