The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound like tearing metal ripped through the silence of the Hall of Whispers. I fell to my knees. The stone floor was cold. It bit into my shins. My armor clanked. It was a loud, ugly noise. I hated the noise. I hated the weight. Thomas stood by the door. He did not look at me. He looked at the ceiling. The ceiling was black. It breathed. "Get up, Marcus,"...

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