The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The mud was black. It sucked at my boots with a wet, greedy mouth. I stood in the center of the square, rain lashing my face, my rifle held loose but ready. The village of Oakhaven lay broken around me. Half the roofs were gone. The air smelled of wet ash and fear. I was the new warden. I had come to bring order. I had come to stop the bleeding. I had been here three days. In that time, I had...

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