The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the leaded glass of the tower, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that echoed in my skull. I stood before the mirror. My uniform was crisp. The wool was dark, almost black in the dim candlelight. The brass buttons caught the flame and held it, small and bright as eyes. I was a man of the law. Or rather, of the order. The distinction...

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