The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The frost had come to the manor not as a whisper, but as a scream of ice cracking against the windowpanes. It was a sound that woke Elara before the sun had even thought of rising, a sharp, percussive violence that rattled her teeth in her skull. She sat up in the narrow bed, the wool blanket heavy and damp with the sudden chill, and watched the garden through the grime-streaked glass. The...

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