The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the keep was thick. It tasted of mold. It tasted of old iron. It tasted of death. Lord Corvinus stood before the mirror. The glass was dark. It was clouded by years. No one had polished it in a decade. He looked into it. He did not see his face. He saw a shadow. The shadow wore armor. The armor was rusted. The rust was red. The red was like blood. He touched the glass. His finger...

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