The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it struck the windowpane of the keep’s east tower, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the thudding in Captain Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood before the stone mirror, his reflection a ghostly smear of mud and dried blood against the dim light of the tallow candle. His left arm hung useless at his side, the shoulder dislocated in the...

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