The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, narrow windows of the Hall, a relentless, hollow sound that seemed to hollow out the stones themselves. I stood by the hearth, watching the fire die. The embers glowed with a faint, sickly pulse, mirroring the beat of my own heart. In my hands, I held the object. It was a simple thing, a silver chalice, etched with vines that...

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