The Faded Bouquet
The marrow in my left knee ached with a dull, persistent throb that felt less like pain and more like a presence, a cold stone lodged deep within the bone structure of my body, reminding me that I was flesh, that I was bound to the earth by gravity and by the fragile, breaking architecture of my own joints. I had served the Crown for thirty years, standing watch in the shadow of the castle’s...
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