The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell on the town of Oakhaven not as water, but as a heavy, gray shroud that seemed to pull the world down into the earth. I had traveled for three days, my coat damp and my spirit heavier, seeking the man whom the villagers called the Architect of Silence. My name is not important, nor is the precise nature of the debt I carried in my chest, a stone that had grown with me since I was a...

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