The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell tolled not with the clear, bright resonance of a Sunday morning but with a dull, throbbing ache, a sound that seemed to vibrate inside the marrow of Sir Alaric’s bones and settle into the stagnant air of the chapel like a heavy, suffocating shroud. He stood at the foot of the altar, his hands rigid at his sides, watching the waxen face of Lord Corvinus rise from the stone crypt with a...

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