The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane, a sound that mirrored the creak in Elara Vane’s own joints. She sat in the shadowed corner of the hired chaise, her fingers wrapped tightly around a clay vessel that smelled of dried thyme and old earth. It was not a bouquet, though the court poets had once called her work a garden of words. It was a tincture, a bitter,...

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