The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gates shrieked. A sound like tearing flesh. He stood before them. His hand was on the hilt. The blade was cold. Always cold. "Enter, Sir Kaelen." The voice came from the dark. It was not a human voice. It was the voice of the stone. He pushed the gates. They swung wide. Inside, the Hall of Judgment waited. It was a place of pillars. Black marble. Veins of red stone ran through them....

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