The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Vellum City, a sound like the grinding of old bones in a dry cellar, as I approached the gates of the Inquisitor’s Court, where the air was thick with the scent of wet stone and the metallic tang of impending judgment. I had traveled for three days through the autumn rain, my cloak heavy with water and the weight of my own silence,...

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