The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The stone was cold against your cheek, a damp, gritty chill that seeped through the wool of your doublet and settled into the marrow of your bones. You lay in the cellar of the watchtower, the air thick with the smell of mildew and old blood, listening to the rain hammer against the single, high window. Above you, the heavy oak door groaned under the weight of the lock. You were not alone in...

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