The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended membrane stretched across the courtyard, trapping the air in a stale, heavy breath. Elara stood at the edge of the wet stone. Her fingers were raw. The iron gates were locked from the outside. Inside, the castle breathed. She was not here to fight. She was here to die. Or to be judged. The distinction had blurred long ago, somewhere in the long,...

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