The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, gray curtain of mist that blurred the edges of the world and merged the stone walls of the keep with the wet earth outside. Sir Alaric stood at the window, his back to the room, watching the water trace its weeping lines down the ancient glass. He was a man carved from the same cold granite as the fortress he guarded, his face a map of...

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