The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The brass buttons of the tunic were cold, but the air in the Hall of Antiquities was thick with the scent of damp stone and old varnish. Elias stood by the marble column, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the high, arched window. He was not alone. Lord Blackwood stood at the far end of the room, his shadow stretching long...

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