The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The road to the abbey was a throat of mud and stone, slick with the rain that had wept for three days. Silas walked it with a limp that had been his companion since the border skirmishes, his boots sinking deep into the earth. He carried nothing but a satchel of dried meat and a letter sealed with wax the color of dried blood. The village of Oakhaven lay below him, huddled against the cliffside...

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