The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain fell upon the cobblestones of Alderwick not as water, but as a fine, gray mist that clung to the skin like a second, colder breath. Elara Vane moved through the market square with the heavy, deliberate gait of a woman carrying a stone in her chest, her eyes fixed on the wet, reflective surface of the ground where the sky seemed to collapse into the earth. She was not here for the trade...

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