The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You walk the stone path in the grey dawn. The mist clings to the roots of the oaks. It is wet. It is cold. Your cloak is heavy. It is stitched with silver thread. The thread glints in the weak light. You are the Warden of the Veil. You serve the Abbey of St. Jude. The bells do not ring today. The air is still. It holds its breath. You enter the refectory. The table is long. The wood is dark. It...

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