The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bell rang. It was a deep, bronze sound that shook the dust from the rafters of the Great Hall. The air tasted of old wax and iron. Margot stood in the center of the floor. She did not breathe. The courtiers watched. Their faces were masks of silk and stone. She was small. She was wrong. She was the thing that should not have been here. She had come for the chair. The High Seat. It was...

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