The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The feast began in the dark. Candles guttered. Shadows stretched. We drank from goblets of black glass. The hall was stone. Cold. Ancient. I sat at the high table. I was not the king. I was the hand. My name is Elias. I wore the grey. The order of the Silent Watch. We do not speak much. We observe. We correct. The air smelled of wax and blood. Old blood. Dried into the walls. I looked at the...

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