Her breath scrapes from her throat. Her skin is stippled with tiny red dots. When she coughs, you notice dark blood on her handkerchief.
"Don't fuss!" she rasps at anyone who tries to help.
Her illness is unheard-of; despite constantly complaining about her frailty, the Dowager hasn't had anything worse than a cold in years.
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