The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The air in the antechamber tasted of rust and old blood. It hung heavy, a physical weight against the skin, thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay. Sir Thomas stood in the shadows, his armor dull under the flickering torchlight. He did not move. His hands, clasped behind his back, trembled with a violence that threatened to tear the metal gauntlets from his...

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