The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell tolled three times. A low, bruised sound that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old blood. My hands trembled. Not from fear. From hunger. I held the vial. It was small, no larger than a thimble, stoppered with wax the color of a dried rose. Inside, the liquid pulsed. A faint, rhythmic...

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