The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall in the Iron Valley. It hung, a suspended mist of grey static that tasted of copper and old blood. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots sinking slightly into the wet, black silt that covered the ground. He was not a man of flesh anymore, or at least not entirely. His skin was translucent, a parchment stretched tight over a frame of rusted iron and wire. He...

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