The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The glass shattered not with a sound, but with a silence that seemed to suck the air from the room. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had blurred into a single, grey smear of damp wool and the smell of lilies. Silas Thorne sat in the antechamber of the Grand Duke’s palace, his hands resting in his lap, trembling with a violence that betrayed the stillness of his face. Before...

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