The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cart wheels grind against the cobblestones with a rhythmic, metallic shriek that vibrates up through your spine and settles in the marrow, a sound that feels less like travel and more like the slow grinding of teeth in a jaw that has been clenched for too long. You are moving toward the Keep, that massive, brooding edifice of grey stone that looms over the valley like a judgment already...

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