The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud is cold against your cheek, and the taste of iron and old blood coats your teeth. You are on your knees in the muck of the courtyard, your sword clattering uselessly at your side, while the guard before you lifts his mace with a weary, practiced efficiency. He does not look at you. He looks through you, as if you are merely a stain on the stone that needs to be wiped away by the order...

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