The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The sword hummed. A low, metallic thrum that vibrated in Mara’s teeth. She stood in the rain. Not water. Liquid static. It hissed against the stone walls of the arena. The floor was black glass. She could see her reflection. It was not her. It was older. It had eyes like dead coins. Mara tightened her grip. The hilt was warm. It was always warm. Across the glass, the opponent waited. He wore a...

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