The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The stone of the keep did not breathe, yet it held the cold of centuries in its marrow. Silas Vane stood alone in the high tower, the wind whistling through the iron grates like a low, mournful chord. He was a man carved from the same grey granite as the walls, his armor dull and scratched, his face a map of old scars and newer doubts. Below him, the courtyard was a patchwork of shadow and...

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