The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced down, a grey sheet of water hammering against the leaded windows of the orphanage. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and extinguished tallow. Elara stood by the hearth, her hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence. She was not old, not yet, but the years in this stone belly had carved lines around her...

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