The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The cellar smelled of damp earth and rot. I knelt on the cold stone floor. My knees ached. The pain was a dull throb. It matched the beat of my heart. I held the jar in my hands. It was heavy. Glass stained with age. Inside, the preserve sat thick and dark. Plum skin. Sugar. Time. My name is Elias. I am a guard. I wear the uniform of the house. I have worn it for twenty years. The fabric is...

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