The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and old wine. It was a smell that stuck to the teeth. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table. His uniform was crisp. The gold braid on his shoulders was new. He had bought it yesterday. He wore it like a shield. Across from him sat Julian. Julian’s jacket was unbuttoned. The shirt beneath was white. It was stained with wine. It looked...

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