The Faded Bouquet

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 03:54:37 -

The Faded Bouquet

The wall wept. Not metaphorically. The plaster in the high vaulted hall of the Palace of Mirrors sweat a thick, grey ooze. It dripped onto the marble floor. It pooled around the feet of the court. The King stood on his dais. He was small. He was red-faced. He gripped the railing. His knuckles were white. Elias watched. He stood in the shadows. He was tall. He was thin. His skin was pale as ash....

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews