The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cellar was not merely a room, but a throat, a wet and stone-lined gullet that swallowed the light from the manor above and exhaled a breath of damp, ancient rot. Julian stood at the bottom of the spiral stairs, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that had accumulated over centuries, and he looked up into the darkness where the iron gate waited. He was nineteen, sharp-angled and...

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