The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud had turned to a slick, obsidian mirror in the valley, reflecting the bruised purple of the sky above, and Elara stood ankle-deep in it, her fingers already black with the cold, the scent of wet iron and rotting lichen heavy in her throat. She was not a woman, not truly, in the way the townspeople of Blackwood Hollow understood the term, for her skin held the translucent quality of birch...

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