The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The hall was a cavern of dust and dying light, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old wine. It was a feast of sorts, though the guests were few and the silence between them was a heavy, physical thing. Margot stood at the edge of the mahogany table, her hand resting on the hilt of the sword she wore not as a weapon, but as a talisman against the encroaching dark. She was a warrior in...

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