The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain has not stopped for three days. It beats against the high, narrow windows of the Blackwood manor, a relentless drumming that drowns out the wind outside. You sit in the library, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. The fire in the hearth is low, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. You are the keeper of this house. You are the last of the line....

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