The Faded Bouquet
The banquet hall of the Ashworth Manor did not smell of roast pheasant or spiced wine, despite the silver platters stacked high on the long oak table and the laughter that bubbled up from the guests like carbonation in a shaken bottle; instead, the air was thick with the cloying, medicinal sweetness of crushed valerian root and dried chamomile, a scent that Margaret Holloway recognized as the...
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