The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The ink in Julian’s quill had dried into a crust of black stalactites, a testament to the three days he had sat motionless in the tower room, staring at the parchment that now bore only his own breathing. He was a scholar of the old order, a man who believed that the world could be tamed by categorization, that every shadow could be named and thereby banished, and it was this rigid faith in the...

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