The Faded Bouquet
The banquet hall of the Blackwood estate did not smell of rot, as one might expect for a place built upon a centuries-old cemetery, but rather of expensive lavender and the metallic tang of old copper pipes. It was a place of curated decay, where the chandeliers were made of polished bones and the wallpaper depicted a forest so dense it seemed to press against the guests’ faces. Elias Thorne...
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