The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The hall smelled of wax and old blood. You stood at the edge of the floor, your hands still damp from the champagne flutes you had carried. The air was thick with the hum of three hundred voices, a low, buzzing drone that vibrated in your teeth. It was a feast, but not one for you. You were the weapon, kept in the sheath, polished and silent while the masters toasted to their own longevity. You...

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