The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mist sat heavy on the valley. It was thick. It smelled of rot. Elara pulled her cloak tighter. The wool scratched her neck. She walked fast. Her boots squelched in the mud. The mud was black. It sucked at her heels. She did not look back. She could not look back. If she looked, she would see him. She knew he was there. She felt his breath on her neck. Cold. Always cold. They called her the...

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