The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The heavy oak door of the High Hall groaned open, a sound like a dying breath, admitting the damp chill of the corridor and the scent of wet stone into the warm, candle-lit chamber where the Court of Reckoning sat in silent judgment. I stood in the center of the room, my hands bound behind my back with rough hemp that bit into my wrists, feeling the weight of every eye fixed upon me as if I...

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