The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The hall smelled of wax and rot. We stood in the dark. The torches burned low. Red light. Shadows stretched long across the stone floor. I held my breath. My fingers tightened on the hilt of my sword. It was not mine. It was small. Too small for my hands. But it was sharp. I looked up. The King sat on the throne. He was old. His skin was like parchment. Thin. Translucent. Veins pulsed blue...

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