The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a gray, silted curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, black mirror. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the gate, his armor cold against his ribs, listening to the wet slap of the deluge against the high stone walls of the Keep. He was not a man of words, but of weight, and the weight of the world had settled heavily on his...

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