The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

You stand in the center of the stone hall, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old candle wax, your hand resting on the pommel of a sword that feels heavy with the weight of centuries. The great house of Ashworth, a sprawling edifice of grey limestone and dark timber, looms around you in the silence of the midnight hour. It is a place where shadows do not merely rest in corners but...

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