The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had been falling for three days, a ceaseless, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the White Court into slick, reflective mirrors, and I stood before the High Chancellor, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible, humming pressure in my left palm. Chancellor Vane did not look up. He was a man carved from the same stone as the keep, rigid and pale, his eyes fixed...

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