The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink did not dry so much as it bled into the vellum, a slow hemorrhage of black dye that mirrored the darkening veins in Elias’s hands. He stood before the desk in the High Archive, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decayed paper, waiting for the command that had been withheld for three hours. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the Citadel, blurring the...

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