The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The smell of rotting lilies hangs in the air, thick and sweet, a cloying perfume that coats the back of your throat. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, your hands trembling as you adjust the silver tongs in your grip. The palace is silent, save for the distant, rhythmic thrum of the rain against the high, stained-glass windows. It is the eve of the Solstice, the night the Court of...

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