The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The iron gate of the Blackwood Keep groans open, a sound like the dying breath of a beast long buried, and you step onto the wet stone, the scent of damp moss and old blood clinging to the air. You are not here for glory, nor for the coin that the Crown has promised to your brother, but for the truth that has rotted in the cellar of this place for three years. You wear the grey wool of the...

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