The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had been falling for three days straight, a relentless, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old village into slick, black mirrors reflecting the grey, swollen sky. I walked with my boots sinking into the mud, my heavy wool coat soaked through to the skin, the weight of the iron chain around my waist clinking softly against the stone of the house I was guarding. It was a...

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