The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-17 14:27:12 -

The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain. Thick. Wet. I stood at the gate. The iron was cold. It bit my fingers. I wore the uniform. The wool soaked through. It clung. Heavy. Like a shroud. I was a soldier of the Order. Or so I was told. The Order of the Stone Gate. We guarded the threshold. Between the world of men and the world of the mist. We did not ask questions. We held the line. My...

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