The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

Maren walked the cobblestones. Her boots clicked. The rain was cold. It seeped into her wool. She carried a basket. It was heavy. Inside lay the cure. A vial of black oil. A shard of bone. Her hand shook. Not from cold. From fear. She was walking to the tower. The tower stood on the hill. It was old. Stone. Grey. Like her face. Like her hands. Maren touched her wrist. The pulse was fast. Thump....

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