The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The banquet hall of the Ashworth manor did not smell of roasted pheasant or spiced wine, as the guests of the high society expected, but of old iron and damp stone, a scent that clung to the air like a second skin, thick and suffocating in the candlelight. Margaret stood at the center of the room, her back straight, her hands clasped tightly behind her, the fabric of her ceremonial tunic, a...

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