The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain slicked the cobblestones of the Watchtower, turning the night into a mirror of grey and black. Elias Vane stood by the heavy oak door, his hand resting on the cold iron latch. He did not look back. Behind him, the stone corridor stretched into the dark, smelling of damp moss and old blood. The order was clear. Leave the city. Leave the name. Leave the woman who had become his anchor,...

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