The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell tolled. It was a heavy sound, iron striking iron, vibrating through the stone floor of the keep. It signaled the end of the day, or perhaps the beginning of the night. It did not matter. It only mattered that it rang. Elias stood by the window. His hands were bound. The rope bit into his wrists, white against the dark leather of his cuffs. He did not struggle. Struggle was a luxury for...

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