The Faded Bouquet

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2026-08-20 07:26:36 -

The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, wet sound, like a throat clearing after a long silence. I stood in the courtyard, the mud sucking at my boots. The sky above was a bruised purple, heavy with rain that had not yet fallen. Inside the keep, the torchlight flickered against the damp stone. I could see the figures. They were waiting. My hand tightened on the hilt of my sword. The leather was...

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