The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-19 09:51:27 -

The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised, purple sky, a thick, viscous mist that clung to the limestone walls of the Keep and seeped into the mortar with the patience of a slow poison. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the high gallery, his hand resting on the cold iron of his sword hilt, the metal biting into his palm not with pain but with a dull, familiar ache that...

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