The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The feast was a riot of tallow and blood, the air in the Great Hall of Blackthorn Manor thick with the scent of roasted boar and unwashed bodies. Sir Aldric Vance sat at the high table, his armor polished to a mirror shine that reflected the flickering, violent dance of the torches. He was a man carved from stone and silence, his face a mask of professional detachment that belied the turmoil...

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