Desert Queen Tiy awoke on one of the cushions of her receiving room, a blanket pulled to her shoulders and tucked around her body. Her mind swirled and her vision slowly came into focus. Only one goblet remained on the table near the couch, empty and shining as if no liquid had ever touched its etched crystal. Next to it laid her wig. She picked up the thick wig, ran her shaking fingers through the dark strands, and lifted it to her head. Her thumb brushed the top of her head and an odd sensation crept up her hand. With her breath caught in her throat, she dropped the wig and thrust her hands to her head, her palms meeting the soft flesh of her scalp. Her hair was gone. She rubbed her hands over her scalp again, unbelieving. It couldn’t be true! Dropping to her knees, she searched the ground for traces of her hair, for proof that it had ever existed, that she wasn’t going mad. Not a single strand remained. The wine, the hair; it was all gone.
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